The BirdSong

Stumbled onto a Poem.
A birdsong in the making.
Letters all strewn.
Words looking for an anchor.
The notes unsung.
The cage lies broken.
A sigh escaped.
Lost to the winds.
The tree holds its breath
For the sound of a fallen leaf.

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