A bird was hopping on the grass
while another one went behind in a flash
tracking all through perhaps a lass.
The bird went to and fro shunning the lass
while the friend trotted behind in a slash
seeming to pacify the former with a crash.
The former took in speed from the grass
while the paramour flew behind in a dash
as though intending to offer a hash.
Perceiving them I had a story not trash
looking at the birds from behind the glass
lest going in front would distract them in a bash.
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