Core I

Such a simple word, core

Core, repeated thus

Becomes caw, all the birds

We know at once

Crowding to mind.

Be it birds then

That miner at my shoulder

As I garden

Has a core caw I cannot reach

Driven to eat, peck,

Observe me

As part of birdscape

Hopping ever nearer

Until a wing

Fans my ear.

I converse carefully

In a human kind

Of way.

 

 

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