Early morning sun
almost shy
a family of crazy birds
float against
the hazy sky
looking up
I see them wandering about
up and down
in and out
putting on their
beautiful show
and then
away they go
where to-
I do not know
only that-
somewhere they head
never the less
nothing else
need be said
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