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Birdsong (excerpt part 3)

The melody of her aria

Is an angelic hymn

A psalm to the downtrodden

She creates on a whim

Her notes flow sweetly

As a holiday carol

Her breath ebbs and flows

Like a rhythmical barrel

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Birdsong (excerpt part 2)

I see her perched high

On a limb out of reach

Wings flapping in the winds

Like a figure of speech

Her chest is inflated

Like a tenor a cappella

Hypnotizing stanzas

Of crooning sequela

Her song vacillates

From quiet and soothing

To a raucous staccato

And a cadence of brooding

Her voice is angelic

A sweet lullaby

To every onlistener

Who happens to fly by

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Birdsong (excerpt)

For whom does she sing?

A lover lost or scorned?

Or maybe the departed

A ballad of mourn

Her head is held high

As if she's projecting

A melody of welcome

To the sun rays reflecting

Does she welcome the spring

And all that it brings?

Is a curse for the winter

The reason she sings?

Careless and kind

She serenades with a ballad

Between the skies of azure

And the billowing pallid