Photo by Jozef Fehu00e9r on

A blackbird, singing heartily,
was balanced on a twig,
which twigged how much the blackbird weighed
and turned into a big

branch that surreptitiously
branched out, became a bough
and bowing at the awesome weight
turned to a trunk, which now

before it got truncated,
shot down into the roots
and rooted round, frustrated
to flex its unshod boots,

where all its spreading toes got soiled
among the good earth, firm,
wherein a little creature toiled,
a tiny, baby worm,

that wriggled, wormed into the air
to stretch out,  gracefully,
until the blackbird saw him there
and harvested him for tea.

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