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In it's real name: Robin

As Spring falls upon the deserving
I see a bird.
With a brilliant red chest,
With a voice equal to that of an angel.
As if reading my mind it approaches me
In all its Grace and Beauty.
-But flies away
For it is someone else's bird

The next day I see it again.
But this time there is a vulture above my head.
As it looms down on me,
The bird gives me a hopeful look.
-But then flies away,
For it still is
Someone else's bird

As I see it one last time
In the distance,
I know now,
Under this Hawaiian sun
That she will always be
someone else's bird.

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  • Antebellum
    July 10

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    wonderful imagery..
    such a sad piece.
    thanks so much for taking the time to enter,
    good luck


  • Kathraina silver member
    June 7

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    Aww this piece is so incredibly sad!
    At first it was just so lovely with beautiful imagery then it turned to sorrowful.
    Nicely done!
    Bravo


    ♥ Kate