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you left when the field became gravel
men tore your nesting trees from the ground
and asphalt suffocated places where we played

the sun spends the day attempting murder
until night when black rock radiates and
no one can sleep for the burning

return to my merciless city
eat the offerings i give you
and fly away at my approach

you are right to fear my kind
we beckon you at our convenience
and slay you on a whim

i want you here regardless
your songs and the gifts you leave me without intention
your colors and the bloom you bring to the barren

eggshells on the ground and feathers
from your children who cannot yet fly
but one day will draw with invisible ink
the paths they choose across the sky