flash of red
dare you to catch me
glide through again
you can only watch me
swoop of blue
get out of my way
that twig is mine
won't you go away?
black power line
goes with my eyes
but gotta look sharp
for unfriendly spies
beak in my sights
yes, i can see
told you once before
this tree is mine!
so goes the air
at dawn of the day
the coat of the cardinal
the wars of the jay
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