one bird in the chest is worth thirteen in my eyes

and outside i breathe the

chirps that excite me in a thousand snippy sharp shapes

my heart cringes with

the beauty of it and the early early sky

grateful is me

for this pre dawn

for this cold breath before my face

for the icy pinches on my arms

for busy trees' rustling roars in spiked air

it breaks a beautiful heart

all this

and i want to thank someone for it

so i do

because being here earns some sort of respect

from me

from you

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