The Black Bird

There he is again. Concrete abounds. Where are the trees?

Plenty of people and cars. He parades around, wide eyed and self assured. He owns the place and everything is his.

Like the detested Gypsy he snaps up what is not his.

Methodical and intrusive, he is an unwelcomed guest.

Like a swarm of Gestapo he and his band decend and smoothes out the joint.

Wait! See that Blue Jay over there?

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