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Last September

A bird chirped

Up in the tree

And leaned forward

To look at me

 

Its frosty stare

Its knowing look

Searched my heart-

An open book

 

Its pretty wings

Flashed in the sun

Its haughty gaze

Deceived no one

 

I stared at it

For quite some time

Until somewhere

A clock did chime

 

Gathering my senses

I hastened away

Wondering what had

Compelled me to stay

 

But yet the scene

I clearly remember

That did occur

Last September.