my little Grey Cat Bird is back
she visits me when cool winds blow
she huddles in the border of bramble
past a tiny bench in my backyard
the spring comes and she emerges
red underneath the tail there
and plump, just sitting alone there
outside the window as i wash the days away
my little Grey Cat Bird has returned for the winter
and i will enjoy her visit until spring
chases her away. for she is not mine
yet she returns.
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