there's an odd bird.
she's all alone.
she stares ahead, blinking
and twitches a bit.
she hears you and notes
your sing-song conversation.
which she follows, dropping from eaves.
but, she's just an odd bird.
so you say too much.
never suspecting your secrets she holds.
then.
she's had enough.
she jumps and flaps away.
to a treetop.
where she won't have to overhear
another damn thing.
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