a weary bird
part way on
its sacred flight
stopped by
my secret garden
reminding me
of its constant plight
tweets from a dying tree
narrating plumage insights
dire feather warnings
causes of the rising sea
counting birds and bees
needy plants and trees
if this frantic world
is ever going
somehow remain
true and right
careful you don't drown
polishing the Monarch's crown
for the ocean is cold
and lost species and souls
casually consumed
are never ever found

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