RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Quiet Little Bird - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Autumn leaves sitting on a branch, colors beautifully
sitting upon them, alluring passersby to look and ad-
mire them as a whole.
A little bird quietly sitting on the branch a little
way from their beauty, back turned to them, looking
in the opposite direction.
Preferring to see the rest of the countryside and
not just one little detail of it.
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