the mignight tattooed cackledaws ring a circle in the trees
crunching punchy songs with their gritty harmonies
puncturing the daylight air from dawn to dusk's decree…
flickering fliers swirling far above the earthen bounds
brown and white and yellow as their lonely siren sounds
black and scarlet bretheren scurry 'cross the grassy grounds…
as metal shiny aeroliners highly fly their radar routes
feathered fliers wander in and over the wash of blues
each of them is playing out a vicarious point of view...
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