There is a little bird
Sited on the flower
Sipping the pollens,
Singing without ceasing:
All flowers all over the world
Are nothing but bushes
Domesticated like animals
To adorn compounds
As if they aren't bushes.
Blossoming only at dawn
Anytime our father refuses
To drop his spittle
They all withal
All over the world.
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