All In Tune
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A tree
I see
Through the window
Tall, conical
Pointed to the sky
Reminding Christmas
Of the past
Or the one to come next.
I see
The tree
Sipping coffee
At breakfast
Munching lunch
Or at dinner
In fading light
It's always
A great delight.
Morning sight
I can never forget
A little bird
Agile and lively
Always the same
Sits on the tree
At its apex
Proud of his stature
Observes the world
And its
Inferior beings
Loudly announces
His superiority
All in tune.
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