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Songbird,

Your melody

Dances in my skull,

Sifts

Through the discord,

the noise.

         It calls...

A whistle

tuned Just for me

Behind foliage

Of the loneliest bush:

Shall I look?

Shall fragile twigs

These hands pull?

Gently, and deftly aside

My fingers

Spread branches.

Seeking the singer

Behind

The lingering tune.

Gingerly,

You continue to coo.

I reckon

This beckoning means

there is room

         For me...