nobody picking cotton today
besides birds gathering loose
balls for their lovely nest
clear sky is perfect for me
to fly my newly design kite
with sharp beak of a hawk
where's wind when i need
so calm, tall grass triumph
reaching slowly towards sun
cradling nest filled eggs
wish they'll hatch before
food run-out; weather is good
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