The yellow birds fly
Around the familiar spot
Every day in its life
Calling each other
On the trees
Then back to the window ledge
It crows its song
One monotonous tune
It likes its image
Reflection of its taste
Maybe falling for its shadow
Wooing to its satisfaction
At times the yellow birds
Chasing each other in flight
Cracking noises weaving through branches
The speed they never get knocked down
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