The bird

It sits beneath that blown up yellow tree
It seethes at your stare
How could you see this creature
so near, so unprotected
A predator that sits so close to these humans
Close to her end

The tiny leaves fall
They thud softly
Like footsteps

Each time the leaves
the speck of a leaf falls, this soul shivers

We decide to stop
cease to walk any closer to this marvellous bird
it’s hard to draw away

She does mesmerise
her white spotted plumage

Her strange nearness disarms our inhibitions
She doesn’t wish for an intimate connection

She only aches for the sky


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