A Common Potoo

On grey branches which grew

Outside my kitchen windoo

I imagined a common potoo

A patient, still potoo.

Now tell me if you can, who

has greater composure? Who

holds their ragged life so high? Who?

(sung with descending, melancholy Oohs as the call of the Common Potoo)

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