a poem for my French cousin
by renesteffensen
A bird is sitting high in a stalk
It swivels its head about
so as to fully enjoy the view
It chuckles a little…
and lift a leg….
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renesteffensen 
Thank you René for this nice poem full of great sensitiveness and grace.It calls me in mind when the birds for real turn up to my birdshouse looking for seeds,jumping here and there, in a kind of beautiful and fascinating ballet.
Allan