>Awaiting Your Song NaPoWriMo #23-Syllabic 1-12-1

ringed in
yellow, black
plume, you prepare
a nest, twigs and mud,
cavernous home, gather
earthworms, berries and fruits for
you and for your young, a song that
vibrates trees, Turdus Merula knocks
on thresholds, a migratory friend wants
entrance, keepsake of nesting literary
fondness staying year round in Paris … temperate
suits you best, we wait for wings to carry you
back when spring returns, Turdus Merula,
I listen for your song to move the
leaves, an object of affection
as I write these words, always
welcome are your visits
as we meet again,
can you see me,
as I


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