Out frost-window,
blank eyes see
A bird?
It's looking straight at me.
Head cocked sideways,
balanced grace.
tapered branches
bow with ease.
I blink and then,
My eyes would see
Flocks and thousands
of twitteries.
Grass to sand
and birds to ants
What not found: is
Standing ground.
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Them birds are something