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a chattering sky
in a great big cage at the zoo
a flutter up
pied imperial
living library
in flight
eyed sideways
some saunter
this their
goodly gaol
I wish I could
transcribe
(little
cuneiform clawings)
this is no
parliament
though some
disputes eternal
their navigation
hazard
yet they’re deft
with me
unerring
and what do they
look for?
food, sex,
shelter
amusement,
surely
birds are us
much moment in
them
excrete by the
by
they pass
reciting
the ancient
names
we’re not to
know
all at once this
whistle
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