|Who are you fooling my dear.
An impromptu gesture stole my tears.
Woken from sleep.
By the noise of squawking birds.
Once submerged on a Sunday night.
His shell destroyed.
A dark creature emerged.
Was almost a limpet.
Held tight with might.
To his arrogant perch.
Who ‘s fooling who dark lover bird.
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