Murder Beneath a Singing Tree
Bejeweled flyers chatting away merrily.
Singing harmony to a silent sentient God.
Maybe they're trapped in indigo agony.
Shaking our toxins from their beaks.
What do they think of the awkward
breathing stone far beneath them...
Maybe they're conspiring
to murder me twice.
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