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The Baltimore Oriole
He crashed against my glass
stunned into silence
he lay in shock, poor thing
I placed him in a lined box
wrapped in soft bamboo
he rested and recouped
Two hours later
I found him standing
at the edge, waiting
We made eye contact
I took a photo,
then he flew away
Boy ! he really made my day.
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