that early morning
the yellow love bird
perhaps tired or
perhaps lost
perched on the
steel railing of
the veranda, and i
approached it
with my arms stretched
my hands open
i flew away on a rush
perhaps thinking
that i will catch and put
it in a cage, it
got me wrong, all
i wanted is to see it fly
yes, i want it to fly away
where it must really belong
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