What tiny talons
Hold you there
Unafraid of
Falling
You sit at ease
In your surroundings
Your beak the perfect instrument
Your bones, feathers, and
Tiny eyes
Playing their part
And the red top
A bright spot
To many a passerby
You remind me to trust
What I’ve been given
To sit at ease
To watch and listen
*What I do is me. For that I came. Hopkins
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