Not as tall as I thought,
compared to the size of a bird.
About ten thousand of them
could easily touch the top.
When all the birds fly,
the coconut leaves flutter.
Height of the tree—
does it really matter?
I have seen them fly,
a swarm to say the least;
speed and beauty together,
beyond imitation of beasts.
A long tree, a tiny bird,
a large spoon, a little curd.
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