We are 10 birds on a branch,
(18, if we count the chicks)
We Jostle and screech our news
Of flights that day, worms we catch.
We know which tree to fly to
A special space among friends
Making this tree home, not that
And so..., but so..., just so..., if
My fellow feathered friends choose
Other trees on other shores
If I'm left one bird alone
Can I still call this tree home?
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