The Bird

A beautiful bird,
having a flutter not far from me.
Looking upward,
such beautiful colours & song.
Thinking kind thoughts,
paintings appear behind my eyes.
Lost in deep thought,
a wet feeling on my shoulder.
The bird took a shit on my shoulder;
sad on the way home.

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