Those birds of so many different feathers
Though often here orange as in Robins
That peck for their worms in much all
Weather yes forced to , in mood or not
Wanting to or not whether suiting them
They peck and pull quickly into gullet
To feed their young or each other in
Winter and spring that is poking around
Too, let their focus inspire ours as there
Is so much to draw us away so quickly
From our given or suggested strongly
Tasks with masks with distractions so
Insidious, so disruptive, so blurring of
The lines of toil and boil and turmoil
That precede supersede, do not seed so
Nothing grows, the opposite of what we
May and certainly can do with a discipline
A mission a bit of luck, hard work, talent,
Sticking-to-it persistence that may and
Can so eventually pay off eventfully so!
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