robin, red breast
pounded out melody
harmony took the days
a misnomer of all things
graceful
the meadowlark
grazing the sky
healing to a worshiped limb
a resonance, within still encumbered hope
I talked to the sparrow
the warm wave of grain
in hot August pain
established just the same
upon arrows shielded
of whence a sultry night is embalmed
cared for and sought after
the rain came
they took shelter under branches
my birds of fancy....
show me how to cry
teach me how to fly
never be afraid to try
for if not.... I shall die....
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