If you’re a bird,
I’d want to be a stick.
One so fine that you couldn’t resist.
You’d fly over me, laying on a beach.
You’d pick me up and hold me with your beak.
You’d take me back to the tree of your own.
You’d place me in your nest among all the rest.
It would be the perfect life for me.
Being with you always until once again,
You fly away from me.
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