Ye perch on the
wall
Pick out the mound
of rice
Together in whorls
of smoke
Hark, a beholding
sight,
Ye munching morsel
With a dauntless
spirit
Chiding crows for
more
Scurrying quick
& hover
In a fright to sit
confound’d
Not wanting to risk
Fly soon with a
mouthful
For a safe haven,
where
Enemies fear to
tread
No tussle & no
shuffle
An umbrella
identity
Teaches unity
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