Two birds I saw,
Flying through the air,
Spinning and tumbling,
As they fought for what's fair,
Watching I thought,
This is a surely a sign,
For none of God's creatures,
Let others undermine,
The question remains,
Over what did they fight?
A juicy morning worm,
Or the freedom of flight?
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