Chirp chirp
Chirp chirp
I take a sip of tea
Chirp chirp
I turn my head
and see nothing
A moment passes
Chirp chirp
I walk to the window
Bare tree branches
Finally
I see her
Twig in beak
Moving branch
to branch
Chirp chirp
Chirp chirp
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
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