Poems of a Feather
You blue little
indigo bunting, you,
rubber-banding through
spring's air faster than
a baby basset hound can
fall asleep, landing on your
favorite feeder with both feet.
You blue little
indigo bunting, you,
rubber-banding through
spring's air faster than
a baby basset hound can
fall asleep, landing on your
favorite feeder with both feet.
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