So, there’s a bird that speaks
And it’s not a parrot.
Never deigns to repeat,
How boring would that be?
This bird has wisdom borne of measure
And knows sweet sentimental songs.
Many witness this bird’s tweet
And hope to emulate its truth.
This bird, however, fears morning’s song
And wants to sing the whole night long.
Alas, this flighty creature flew
Into abyss and then it grew
Enormous wings
Of such proportion
Diluted by another portion.
And dulled the sense therein.
Such bird has weekday to embrace
It’s faltering and shy of face.
Another bird may do as well,
Or other creature
That may swell
Emotions’ heart
And flighty song.
Such as those I do not seek,
I like the bird that has a beak.
Brian knows the answer true,
His answer is a teacher,
Soother.
Others here have self-confessed
That addled brain
Knows what is best
To chill and to remember when
A Friday comes round once again.
So, fortunate the heart that finds
That no bird is required,
I doff, I laugh, I seek your name,
Truly, you’re admired.
For fortune finds
A friend in you
And, I believe this happiness true,
Except for one teeny ….
Observation
That all trains stop
At my station.
This busyness I cannot thole
And so I seek another goal;
Oblivion, a chore for some
Sometimes, I like the brain that’s numb.
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