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Wild Birds (a poem of dedication)
Birds of a feather, so very beautiful, are they all,
add color and brilliance by their plumage, to the Fall,
They fly, to perch, for food to search, swim about,
and as if to shout, in calls, then, us all to enthrall.
Many to migrate in the cool Autumn of each year,
a movement as sweet, as a symphony we may hear,
Songbirds remain in every season, each so near,
their much beloved singing, to us, does all cheer.
The mocking birds orchestration, a gift when is heard,
No description of its loveliness, to be scripted by word.
The enchanting vocalization, of wild geese in their flight,
A beauty unheard, and seen, by the moon's yellow light.
Marvelous Birds of the wild, to our faces, bring a smile,
In our sight of their flights, all such a fond avian delight,
Their attraction, our satisfaction, as that of a sweet child,
Their gifting, such a fine treasure, all to make life bright.
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