Tiny Bird

The urge to be a tiny bird

upon a tiny limb, maybe

a bridled titmouse

standing on its spidery feet,

not a big guy who falls

with a resounding thump

and bruises sidewalks and pastures,

sinks in river mud to the waist.
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