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he seems showy
\nat first to most
\npeople
\nflashing his
\nbright red
\ncolor for the
\nworld to
\nadmire<\/p>\n

he appears to
\nprance and
\npreen shake his
\ntail feathers if
\nyou will but
\nhe cannot help
\nwho he appears to
\nbe<\/p>\n

he did not
\ncome into being
\nknowing he
\ncould be spotted
\nalmost any
\nwhere as his
\nwares wear on
\nhim<\/p>\n

he sat on the
\nroof next door on
\neaster sun
\nday and
\nhe looked at me
\nwith his
\ndark eyes
\nand said hope
\nfully some
\nday<\/p>\n

he was around
\nall that spring cracking
\nsun
\nflower seeds with
\nhis gorgeous orange
\nbeak or he
\nwould be in a
\ntree
\nsinging his song
\nonly for
\nme<\/p>\n

he went away
\nover the summer and
\ni mourned to
\nnot see him in
\nthe morn the
\ntears
\nran down my face
\ntearing my
\nheart in two
\ninto
\npieces<\/p>\n

he appeared again
\na few weeks
\nago
\nafter being on
\nthe go
\ngo go go
\nnow some mornings i
\nopen my eyes and
\nthere he is in
\nthe tree i can see<\/p>\n

can i see?<\/p>\n

he isn’t saying
\nhe eats and
\nhe sings and
\nsits on his perch and
\nhe stares back at
\nme<\/p>\n

~ Meribeth Hutto<\/p>\n