The bird at night
must sleep somewhere
- we'll never know,
unless we hire men
(and girls, of course
- this day and age!)
to track and follow them.
To catch, release with
things attached. They're
probably infesting trees,
out in the wild - it's home
to them, and
they don't even mind the breeze,
the rain, somehow. Let's steal
a page. Somewhere and silently
right now,
they're sound asleep.
Whatever shelter nature
gives,
they rest in it 'til morning
light. We've got to find out how
they live.
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