watched wiser than a parliament of owls perched beneath
and below every colour of men were on display
as if some bright plumage became them in the sun
deserting them all at night like the scittering of stars at dawn
resemble marbles in the chaos of games played by kinder
this you never told me my father and for why
because I never lived as long as those omens child
I did all in my power for you in the tiny sunlight of my days
auguries like birds flew through one aperture then another
and they did not tarry for me nor for you
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