Two Borne in the Braide

A locke or two ago my mind went a-wandering 

Freedom being about, there came a joyous happening

Two birds baked in a pie came tumbling

 

Beaks, round eyes and twisty heads a-hooting

Falling from my braides and chattering

Lo! In words sweet to my understanding

 

All was mystic, muddling, magic

To my lap sweet chicks plopped, cuddling, nesting

Two, borne of a braide, joyous and tragic

 

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