The 'tomahawk' bird
Flying in standing on the window ledge
Admiring its image calling for recognition
It hops along eyes staring at its image
A reflection of its own staring it back
The eyes looking around trying to understand
Why it never comes?
The 'tomahawk' bird calls
There is no response
In a little while
The 'tomahawk' bird flies away
Flapping its wings
Right to the trees
Across the street
In the morning, sun bearing heat
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