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Mocking Birds at the Site of a Former Novitiate
By the Grandpa
With random noise and gnat-like wending,
They flit against the graying west
Recalling the Holy Ghost descending,
Only small and meaning less.
What flits against the graying west,
With songs as haunting as sirens’ at sea
Are only small and meaningless
Silvery specks above the trees.
With songs as haunting as sirens’ at sea,
Their white tails echo their spreading wings
Where silvery specks among the trees
Repeated songs they heard the others sing.
Here white veils echoed the spreading wings
And recalled the Holy Ghost descending,
Repeating songs that others sang
With random noise and gnat-like wending.
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