Talking Bird

The lad threw himself into

The softness of the young pine

Tree, its needly scent heady

With morning dew. A humming

Bird hovered in the dreaming

Drawing nectar from the air

With ruby regality and a winged

Sharp chirp.

The boy, talking bird

Answered back assuaging

Any doubt with a resolute

Hum.

 

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