Courting

A flirty bird,
flapping around,
drawing circles
above my crown
.

Whistles at me,
flapping around,
lyrical songs
without a sound
.

Looking at me,
flapping around,
cocking his head
staring me down
.

Flying away,
flapping around,
as my heart melts
hitting the ground
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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  1. I love this poem!!! And the style of how you repeated the second line in each stanza makes it so unique and bold! The simplicity in your words really makes them shine and come to life! Beautiful work as always, my friend!!! Much love 🖤🤗

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