Thy plume, splatter
A trail of pheromonous hues
Juggling my heart
From tip to toe, and
guffaw a belly laugh
To chirp the quilling
of Nature's design;
So truthful is the cusp
Vortex to universal feel, that
Whenever thee perch
The window sill;
I waver not to flutter my heart, unblinking
To ledge an emotional flow
That resonate my beat
Even to all direction, untread
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