A bird on a bough

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A bird is sitting on a bough

it’s not moving, not flying, nor singing

it’s there silent and still


When you have so beautiful wings

why don’t you flap them in the wind

when you have so graceful a flight

why don’t you delight my eyes

and why don’t you use your voice

to fill my ears and melt my heart


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