Treed, way up there, from your own
Lookout, curtained sky
Bird, what strikes your interest, tossing
Down a beady eye?
A house, as defenceless a nest?
Windowed, as ruffled
But nerve-shook, for winds' faceless hordres?
Who's chirps, then muffled? !
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