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
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
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Through the green twilight of a hedge
I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,
And spied a bird upon a nest:
Two eyes she had beseeching me
Meekly and brave, and her brown breast
Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart;
And then she oped her dagger bill, -
'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe
At break of day; 'twas not a trill,
As falters through the quiet even;
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I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun,
my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun.
In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song.
Behind the bars I am to stay in a place I don’t belong.
On saddened tunes I hop and play as I sing a moaners song,
I am just a pet and so they say in a world of greedy strong.
I seem amused to some surprised but deep I hide my cries.
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Occasioned by hearing a bird utter a brief and plaintive song at a late hour of the evening, when the other choristers of the grove had long been silent.
Night bird ! thou art waking,
Though the tuneful all rest—
And the day-beam forsaking
Its cloud in the west.
Has the day brought thee sorrow ?
Has the darkness brought dread?
Dost thou fear for to morrow?
Dost thou wail for the dead?
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Dusk fell velvety maroon
when blue thrush whistled sharply,
at cool death of afternoon,
when teal stars glittered starkly.
In silk moon rays, green grass stirred;
and the red world turned darkly.
Natural beauty observed.
sun bronzed burgundy
bearing the thumbprint of god
like garnet sunset skies odd
beautiful climbing
warmed by rich gold rays of life
blithe above green strife
thrilling to breezes
with memories of moonlight
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splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
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Cheerful Cock Robin was much loved, like a butterscotch sun, creeping closer;
And daily roved the halls of his green mansion, chirping songs over and over.
His home was a fruitful mulberry tree, which may have caused envy in some;
Like stealth cloaked in mystery dark, during sparkling, raven night's stardom!
He lived beside rushing, Green river, and Fly, Fish and Beetle dwelled nearby;
And also Sparrow, Owl, Rook, and Dove, like gatherings of hot pink butterfly.
Other feathered friends were tuneful Lark, fine frocked Linnet, Kite and Wren;
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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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