a harbinger of some sort,
messengers,
afloat,
flying into our lives
with
mysterious
chirps,
sing song
notes.
the red bird, a drop
of blood
across the sky,
the black bird
thick with night,
the tea
cup sparrow, hardly
measurable
in weight.
what is it that they want
to tell us?
what wisdom will
they instill
into our land locked
life.
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