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listen closely
to the wind and you will hear the voices of those lost carried on the air to fly dying is the cost some days wish I could been born different I see a black bird he's got quite the eye quite the stare looking through me but he sees me there and together we have an understanding he recognizes me as friend just as long as there are almonds and sun-seeds at day's end I'm his last stop his first roost in the morning when he flies to roam I rise with barely-opened eyes when he calls me for his short-order breakfast together this is how we start our day and I'm happy when he comes around and makes those sounds that annoy most every one else he's chosen me we like each other early in the morning eating breakfast together on the balcony talking to each other being ourselves. LEGAL COPYRIGHT SEPTEMBER 9 2020 10;47PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE :MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD... THANK YOU POE---YOU WONDERFUL BIRD Vote for this poem |
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