birds come to drink at noon
dip themselves in a puddle
shake their feathers wild
fly away to trees once more
comb theirs with their feet
always ready to fly in a beat
sing melodies for the season
gathering berries for their own
never been alone; even afternoon
never walk but hop; hop forward
they hang on limbs upside down
always looking as the sun shine
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