I hear your distinct call
a series of shrill sounds
then a pause
in the distance a reflection
perched atop a pine tree
your calls greet me
like other mornings
since early spring
this hypnotic rhythm
to be repeated
and accompany me
throughout the day
Dancing to the Words 
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