May Day

My eyes searched the tree to
     find the bird that sang,
Yet I felt that if I spied it
     it just might fly away,
But she just changed her tune a bit.

As I upon the hillside sat
And looked across at a mustard splatt
     that creeps each year
Along those hills.

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