The bird flies away….
On tree top
a tiny bird
With growing
tender feathers,
The edge
being narrowed down,
Watches here
and there;
The bird’s cute small eyes
Foraying the
world with a sharp
World view
like a philosopher;
Chirp and
notes for us,
Calling time and again
For our
attention immediate;
As if a warning, not to be immersed
In worldly attitude,
A danger one
must avoid;
A leaf or
another feather
Just a pick
at its call quick
Quick for
its quick flight
Immediacy its
another world;
I only watch
with a diction of prediction
how small we are!
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