Who was watching
through the greedy lens
that caused the swift to warn;
Whose feathers on edge
tangled in settling cold
and sheaths of sharp gray wind;
Whose open beak
tremored with sound
to shaded leaves licking at air;
Who was watching
the frightened bird
singing from her perch?
Interesting post. Hugs to you. Barbara
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