A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill can hold more than his belican
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I'm damned if I see how the helican
baby got his wings
the lowly born took the sky
red songbird success
On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.
Down hot sunny lane came pink robin,
With a beautiful song in his heart!
He perched on a dogwood in my garden,
A moment of rapture, soon to depart.
Blooming days in my garden of delight.
The afternoon dragged waiting for him;
And he came singing long before night,
Like a rainbow's appearance on a whim!
The purplish crimson sun's now arising,
And buds are waiting on yellow rosebush.
Yesterday lessons for today are guiding,
As birds take violet skies of dawn hush.
The youth grew so quickly, time's ambush!
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring,
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer.
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds.
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Deepest darkest reds
crimson guest in the roses
of the same rich hue.
Flowers and plumed cardinal
interact through scents and song.
Vivid green summer
showers gold on scarlet lane-
forever moments!
Bush concert at my window
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A little bird sings out in the rain,
Fully, deeply, it has much to say,
The sky is crying,
Neither with joy nor sorrow,
And the bird keeps singing
A song of tomorrow
A bird is singing,
It has lots to say,
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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.
She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west, in its hour of dusky smolder.
Cherry was used to my frequent griping, like flowers are accustomed to rain,
Bringing chaos along with sweet relief, like wisdom that can come from pain.
I lived in a small town in southern Alabama, and it was the place I was born,
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On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.