I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
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Birds, I've noticed, don't cry,
but accept their fate,
whatever it is,
without complaint.
I've seen sparrows,
half frozen by the snow,
calmly perched upon a branch
with no fear of death.
And sometimes they even sing.
Sometimes sweetly,
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MEEP MEEP
In the dark where shadows creep,
The woodcocks call with a peep
Meep Meep
Seductively doing their dance,
That puts you in a trance,
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Bird without wings
Soaring in the skies of dreams
There’s no way to feel free
When fear keeps you from flying
Never tell me you’ll miss me
Because I know you’ll be lying
My heart won’t keep quiet
Pounding under the flesh of my chest
But still something inside me is dying
Blind to everyone around me
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The Parrot in the Cage:
"Oh, bird," the parrot in its cage did say,
"Unlatch this door, and set me free today.
I'm trapped within these bars,
confined, you see,
Release me to the skies, so I can be."
The Bird’s Reply:
From off her perch, the bird did sweetly sing,
"What kind of life do you so richly bring?
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While sitting in a waiting room one day
I watched a dramatic scene of nature
A drama of primal savagery.
A large crow, was perched atop a lamp post
fixed to the roof of a parking garage.
The bird's activity was not distinct
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The Parrot in the Cage:
"Oh, bird," the parrot in its cage did say,
"Unlatch this door, and set me free today.
I'm trapped within these bars,
confined, you see,
Release me to the skies, so I can be."
The Bird’s Reply:
From off her perch, the bird did sweetly sing,
"What kind of life do you so richly bring?
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Perched high on his rocky throne,
The Lord of all Crows stands alone.
"The Raven" shrouded in mystery.
"The Raven" revered through history.
The Peregrine to the Raven is no match,
The Peregrine cannot the Raven catch.
The Raven will turn on his back!
Avoiding the Peregrine`s fearful attack.
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Colors now shimmer in golden, backlit mist
where blue hydrangeas and red roses coexist
Purples and oranges adore a fresh morning.
Flighty trouble has, at last, gone away, riled
Since the mellow hour, my sunshine smiled
The green and pink birds are finally soaring!
Naturally, nature must love beauty so much
To shower flowers with silver, gold and such
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MEEP MEEP
In the dark where shadows creep,
The woodcocks call with a peep
Meep Meep
Seductively doing their dance,
That puts you in a trance,
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