If the sky were painted with sound and not odd colors, it would be cool jazz today.
That woodpecker drumming among the branches would instead be swaying,
and not even sure why.
If that fly buzzing past me were instead equipped with a pen, he would first draw a
bullseye on my head, long before his wings could warn me that he was near,
but would he still be content?
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