I was awoken this morning to hurried bird song, and quickly caught a poem by the tail and penned this small verse. Later this afternoon, I discovered Japanese artist Sato‘s mesmerizing Torigun, a Japanese avian brigade. I hope to be inspired to write more verse on about these enchanting soldiers.
Happy Sunday!
The morningbird brings telegram
squawked quickly ‘fore
the lines are gone.
An urgent message from a foreign land,
he prays none of his diction wrong
and that the meaning will be clear,
the validity of his carrier ear,
and that the flock of birds nearby
won’t misconstrue his urgent cry:
“Believe not the robin
his songs are all lies.”
A dreamy-sort of verse needs as dreamy song to accompany it, no?
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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