The bird (poem)

The bird flew off my apartment roof

into a nearby leafy tree

 

Singing merrily through a furry chest

that was quivering with glee

 

I heard her notes from the kitchen

and walked outside to better hear her song:

 

So lively, so carefree,

so  joyful, so strong

 

I'd like to be a bird

and fly out into the sky

 

Never asking questions

never asking why

 

I'd like to climb the blueness

of an April afternoon

 

Or glide across a summer's night

into a crescent moon

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