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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