It looks like it's calling to me...
I look at the branch and try to see
Where the little bird could ever be?
It seems that it saw me looking
Through my window, where I was sitting
With the tea in hand which I was sipping
Without a blink to see him chirping.
This little bird kindled me to quest
To leave my seat I usually rest...
Setting down my cup I felt a fest
The little bird which chirped its best.
Peering closer through the leaves
I saw something red, blue and green!
It was the prettiest I must have ever seen
With a wink of my eye it flew off like a dream......
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