O Violet Bird
O Violet bird that spies on me
In truculent secrecy
Your stillness cloaks
The hemlock tree
And haunts the birch
And bitter bee.
Movement of order
You wrangle free
God’s Hands of fire
That fashioned thee.
Blurred velvet wings
Like origami flowers
You stalk rooftops
With headstrong power.
Cityscape hewn
Dirty fabric
Azure sky
As your perched surveillance
Takes on mechanical might.
You’re pretty cute
For such a little spy.
A diadem star
Meets diadem eye
Tempering light
Eclipsed as you fly.
You’re pretty cute
For such a little spy.
Treading your wares
In feathery glares
To all of your soldiers
Now rushing by.
Godspeed little friend
In your boundless above
And carry your cheer
And do it with love.
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