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Quiet Morning

Quiet Morning

a little bird

with a blue tail

came in for a landing

on a patch of grass

I was staring hard at

the little bird

just stood there

staring up at me

with a tilted head

and then it flew up

from the grass

to the top of the stone

first to the left

it perched

then flew over to the right

and perched

then it took off

for the horizon

TL

Published inPoetry