The Birdfeeder

There’s a concert in my back yard solos and duets all day a circus with acrobatics clowns painted with reds, blues and browns just feet from my perch here as I peck on the keys the stars fly in then flit away with ease as if to tell me: you can’t hold me long with your seeds and your eyes we are free to dive the skies.

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