angel as a songbird
I’m not going to rhyme
I swear I won’t
even though this poem
is about a songbird
there are seven of them
[actually]
inside the bush
swapping silly stories
thriving on higher vibes
a single gust of wind
sets them aflutter
alighting where required
to give aid & comfort
september two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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I love watching (and listening) to the birds!