Come closer, birdie.

Come closer, birdie.
Don’t mind me.
There’s nothing here,
For you to see.
And most certainly,
There’s no kitty,
Upon a branch,
Up in a tree.
If I keep still,
Maybe you will,
Not see it’s me,
Up in the tree.
I am not here.
So do not fear,
Come closer, birdie.
Close to me.
I’m waiting here,
With open mouth,
For birds who won’t,
Be flying south.

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