i was walking by wooded area
bordering a wide grassy patch
when a flock of swallows came
they crisscross flying around me
i can't understand why they do that
besides an inkling they're nesting
they're are so beautiful; split tails
this one is black and grayish chest
i stayed their trying to catch one
but too smart or i'm too slow for 'em
flying a foot above the ground; swift
at one point i have a thought of stick
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