strange to see
this bright yellow bird
among
the trees,
with the dull browned
sparrows
and black
birds.
all eyes are on her.
how jealous they must
be, watching,
as she flies,
fluttering her golden
wings.
how they must talk
behind her back, saying
things like
just who does she
think she is?
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