There's a bird that perches on the roof of my apartment house and sings every morning. Even though I can't be sure that it's the same bird that's out there every day, I somehow feel like it is. At any rate, this bird's tune is wild. It's a really full tune, which goes all over the place -- it warbles here, warbles there, then hits all kinds of these high notes. This morning, still a bit sleepy, I had to close my window to dampen the tune, but normally, I love it. Anyway, I wrote the poem below about this bird and its song. Enjoy.
Beautiful bird
What are you saying?
Are you praying?
Or are you singing
Only for the love of it
Which sits on another branch?
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