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Rain for Poulenc
Now, a bird sits on the wire outside my bedroom window
The view is narrow and birds rarely sit there.
Of all the days little bird,
Today, when the city worries about the snow storm
Well, we get cold rain.
Could he want a free ice bath?
Or he doesn't like roofs.
He moves a few feet and he’s covered
I don’t like roofs bird
But at least I can appreciate the luxury
You never take cover under manufactured cover
Do you know it isn’t for you?
(There are birds in the airport, you know.)
But it’s appealing
Gray in the sky
I regard with a slower eye
A careful one for buildings and such.
Green brown plants and rusty orange pipes.
Rainsoaked wood brown.
He's still there,
Been there a while.
Very curious, bird.