her thin branch a pecking space
where she might see green worlds
from winged heights,and dive
upon breakfast growing in our grass
she returns with no guarantee
interpretation a mystery
ascribing meaning to what repeats
gives unknown dimensions
enough to open the gift of joy
that birds imply and employ
we were winged once,now we see
red birds on a thin green tree
all sky defined by one such
makes more out of much
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