A Bird

A bird that hunts mice by night

Forever watchful,
Forever awake.
A soul that refuses the comfort of sleep,

Rising with the first light,
Fresh and renewed
Moving through the shadows like a thief of the dark

A sharp little bird,

fully alert to the world.

Asher Chipu
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