brown chested winglets
on my front yard; pecking
hopping gently weightless
eating young blade of grass
it can not be the lady bugs
so many out there in bunch
a cat came walking at edges
looking up a tree; contemplating
she's wondering bird should be
she pick a nice shed to stay
just watching; wagging her tail
whatever in its mind i can't tell
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