gliding in windy rain
zipping through aisle
of towering oak trees
let out a loud tweet
came few more for fun
rain subside to drops
clouds begin to clear
landed to pick worms
lightning sears sky
followed loud thunder
fearless keep hopping
busy beaks collecting
i watch them enjoying
now i own berry tree
picking what's left
sweet, juicy to lips
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