The early misty morning fog and dew
Tasted like falling rain waters on my lips
I saw a bird standing on the edge of a mirror
Wings fluttering, trying to look at its reflection
It seemed like it was dancing and singing
Chirping happily and flying and hopping
I was amused because from a bird's perspective
It sees not itself but the image is of another
Free and unmindful for fleeting moments
Then it sensed my presence and took flight
It was flying to the nearby mango tree
Then, flew to another tree, penultimately
Ultimately it soared the limitless skies
And, I was left alone smiling amusingly
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