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Red Bird of Winter

Every morning you call to me.

Long after the leaves have fallen,

you still come

to perch on thorny branches.

Today your song

is a reproach:

tsk, tsk.

I couldn't sleep again.

I rise from bed,

my hip aching

and watch you pick your way,

through frozen tufts of grass.

Your red does not fade.

I want to be like you

and never lose my appetite for morning.

Pallavi