One Little Bird


One little bird sits on a branch,
The branch of a cherry tree.
It sits there, eyes wide open
Looking back at me.

I take my camera out of its case,
And remove the round cap.
Raising the camera up to my eye,
The little bird begins to fly.

My finger quickly takes a shot,
The button clicks without much thought.

I say a quick prayer, then look at my camera.
My finger hesitates to reveal the shot,
but my mind makes the final decision.

Looking down at my camera, I see what I envisioned.
One little bird sits on a branch,
The branch of the cherry tree.

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