MY LITTLE BIRD

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30am

My Little Bird

Greeted Me Today

At The Top Of The Scraggly Apple

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I Was Holding My Cup Of Tea

At My Open Kitchen Sliding Door

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He Looked At Me And Sang

And Sang

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I Could Hear The Surf

Beyond The Scrub Spruce

And I Was In My Element

I Am In My Element