Yellow Bird On a Wire
Now that I am home
Home and home and home
The porch is my outside
Lucky me 3 stories high
The mesa to my left
Mount Zion to my right
On my narrow porch
Spring greens oh my
Time to watch a season
An hour and an hour and an hour
The yellow bird on a wire
Spring a new migration
Talking to the birds
A flute player tweets
Bird language
Naturally sweet
The yellow bird
Tweets and tweets and tweets
Has so much to say
I answer back, the yellow bird stays
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