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Black Bird

Updated: Jun 22, 2023

Saturday 27th May 2023

She flies fast past my face,

Her nest under the eaves of the back door.

So quick she darts off into the tree line.

Not sure if it is panic or survival

But it's fast and it furious.

Everything time that door opens,

She whosses away.

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