I forgot the present.
I went back,
And watched a flower open
Yesterday.
Imagine.
There was banter and banging;
Strumming and keying.
I witnessed a chick, hatching,
Breaking through.
After the picking and pecking,
Their scratching and scolding,
I paused, I couldn't help it:
Get Out, she said.
No one is that good.
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