The poetry of birds is scribed in ink with silken
feather,
Etched in blood on parchment, velum, upon old
leather,
Wending, waxing & waning, from ink-pots,
in spiral spill,
Falling softly onto virgin page, from moving
errant quill.
Lover´s odes & sonnets, upon nightingale´s
sweet tongue,
Serenades trilled in joy, from blackbird´s dawn-filled
lung,
Heralding in all new seasons, the tiny songbird
gaily sings,
The poetry of birds soars to heaven, on soft
& velvet wings.
Rhymes & rhythms plucked, on cacophony of
musical song,
Caressing breezes in verse, in tales & stories,
short & long,
Humming souls soaring to heaven, upon soft &
plumy words,
Poetry, offered prayers, within the warbling
hearts of birds.
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