weather must be warmer
I could hear chirping
outside my window; tree
still dark to see shadow
they're up there; branches
congregating, showing off
there is distinct sound
I hear; different for every
feathered friends; language
I believe they're all happy
picking barks for hiding worms
eat grass shoots too; vegans
I wish we are happy as them
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