Evidence to the Mystery
A fluttering flit glint flashes by
Crimson and bold, yet hard to find
Smart, keen, gliding swiftly to twig
To and fro, staccato chirps the sign
of the feathery presence.
I watch closely from my perch -
set in the trees, branch and leaf
are my window decor, viewing life
breathing in and out, a brief
ever-changing view, in hue, with a clue.
To the secrets hidden in sight -
An abundance present outside and within.
Pressing to our home, secret and delight -
Thoughtful notions to express and pin
as evidence to the mystery.
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