Like a nervous
Thirsty bird
He perched
Ginger crested
Eyes ablaze
Beak open
Feathers frayed
Thin legs
Clasped together
Flock gathered
All proud
And preening
And cackling
And calling
His answer
A song
On a breeze
So calming
Outside
He is summer
Inside
He is autumn
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