You send me a picture
Of a three month old baby
Laying on its stomach on the floor
In the bird position
Head up wings tucked back
As if about to take off or land
That bird now caught
In the shape of a baby
As if to say Look
I made it through meteors
It was a long migration
I am yet another word spoken
In the conversation of gods
Who sing in unison I am
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