A bird with red feathers
Never stays long in winter
She never sings a lovely song
When the weather's frigid.
She flies south toward
The sunlit tropics near the sea
Where she meets with her kin
To chirp with the others
And a clamor of song arises,
Sweet little melodies as on ode to the sun
Author notes
Written Jun 20 '07
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very good
I like how the bird sings in sunshine.

