The birdie whistled
A wet and wild song;
Damp feathers bristled.
Wild song, rain-scented;
Trills of petrichor,
With flapping, vented.
Petrichor afresh.
A hot steam, released.
Buds unfurl-refresh.
Released melody;
Shines sweet bluebird’s wings
In storm’s brevity.
Bluebird’s wings fluff bright,
As the sun billows,
At the beak’s delight.
Billows, of warm tweet
And zephyr, compete.
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