Circling like a conscience
A high faint scream
A red-tailed hawk
Searching for mistakes
Here eat mine I cry
I've lots more than I need
But a mockingbird calls dibs
Always robbing me of words
Probing me with its beak
While a hummingbird watches
And two finches tsk and tsk
Feasting on my sins
Until all that's left is love
Just enough to feed a dove
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