flightless

silly bird,
you
cannot
make your
nest here.

even if
you can
piece
those little
fragile
bits of life
together
convincingly.

i have
flown
around
pearching
on
powerlines
my whole
life.

I never
fly
the coop
in winter;

I am
impermeable
now
to all
seasons
meant to
do me
harm.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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