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Why do I keep writing poems about birds? My flaw? Most likely...Meadowlark
Phoenix Excelsior
Have you ever heard the song
Drifting across the plains
From his perch, bravely seated
The Western Meadowlark?
Singing valiantly,
The wind blowing by
Carrying his song across the land
To cities far away.
From the twilight,
Past breaking dawn
The Meadowlark sings
His brave minute song.
Finally stopping,
The sun high above
The Meadowlark retreats,
Breaking his song.
Wind mourning sadly,
The Meadowlark's song dispersed
Jealousy growing, adding to the winds torment
The suddenly, the sun goes down
The Meadowlark returns
Bringing his song
The wind stops her rage
To carry the song.