Morning Bird by Monique Avard
The soft sway of a branch bending
Beneath the feet of a sparrow,
Sounding the morning
With its tweeting
A shrill whistle.
Another bird
Chirp chirp chirping.
The sun rises to their tune,
Flies away
And the branches swoon
From the wind that whoosh
At the flap of their wings.
And the bird sings
As it passes overhead,
Its song soothing, a noise
Of natures lyrics sung
In sweet sweeing.
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