Bird Watcher

by abbya

I am the silent bird watcher 
Looking for the bird calling, waiting,  
Finding me on the rack of waiting.

I walk softly imitating the bird. 
Certain trees hold themselves in muffled laughter. 
They see bird and watcher in mime and trance.

I summon the trees like spouse, a wedding party
We turn in mime, trance, dance
The bird finds me watching
She won't put me down from her track of trance.  

Bird Watcher by abbya

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