Calm bird
In the mirror of my car,
The one on the left side,
The trees looked many,
Mostly pine, evergreen.
One branch was leafless,
Like some reed, straight.
On it sat a calm bird,
Head to tail in feather
Brownish and covered.
Both of us kept silent,
Curiosity was endless.
I remembered Carlos,
William's wheelbarrow.
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