Birdsong

I heard
a bird
on third
and Main.
It sang
all day
to say
it rained.
Its song
was long,
had drawn
me near.
It stayed
displayed
its fate
unclear.
When the
bright sun
was done
at night.
The bird
I heard
on third
went quiet.

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