The know it all
it lands with precision boy are we impressed
In the rain it doesn't slip even in the wet
It perches on the Jasmine vine
Dressed in it's shadow tuxedo
It regards me, unsure of my purpose
It stares from the undergrowth
It's nail eyes puncture my focus
it wants to be inside my head
expanding it's consciousness within me
Out of the blue it chirps loudly declaring farewell
And swoops out of the world altogether
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