Flowing soothingly, able to fly, not so high
and low, water actually drink and think, not
hardly a wink, unspeakable peak onto the
voiceless word to follow, the birdy eyes was
incredibly big and bright of a color, when it
gets mad and sad, it seems bad enough, oh
little tiny feet to dance along in tune, one
birdy drums with feathers do, usually to use
the rhythm nice and easy, not much sneeze
to blow amongst the northern wind, he knows
about love, he lives on the nest, and find his
own soulmate to kiss another, at last, it's called
lovebirds, when the eggs hatch, here comes the
babies were reborn and rebirth heavenly
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-20-19
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