Trimming the overgrown silences of the night
Scissor beaks
It may be early unlit but the birds have begun to boil buds are growing wings and the tree will rise featherborne
One row of birds like a stem bipinnate will curve nicely to the breeze
One large bunch will turn like a wheel and then somersault you will see a crashing tree root fist twisting up cumulus head rolling down
Blackbirds will burst a packet of tacks
A stork quadrant will appear with the mythical carpet
Chirping chandeliers will swing in from the sky in time for dusk
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