A bird flew in,
Uninvited and undeterred.
Whistling her feathers,
Announcing her existence.
My eyes blinked tiredly,
To let out a few left behind.
Watching her fly over an old chair,
Almost touching a cracked teapot,
Over a painting hung a little crooked,
Finally perched on the book on my desk.
She found her favorite spot.
To rest and chirp.
As the last tear finished its journey down my left cheek
A smile cracked my lips.
When a bird flew in,
Uninvited and undeterred.
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