A rose tree I once saw
Brown feathers falling through the air
Hard feet land aloof, holding on with care
Flowers misty with nightly dew
Unsettled they fell, at first a few
They traveled away, caught with a breeze
Landing so gently, on my speckled sleeve
I looked up, eyes cast on that tree
When I saw two birds, one not me
The song, those two birds did sing
Pondered my mind, wishes for one little thing
I wised to sing too, one day a song
With another so soft, days so long
I looked away, rain in my eyes
From the mist of the heavens, no more lies
Then I heard many chirps, they traveled to my ears
So many of them, a smile appears
I look away from that tree to oaks, maples and pines
Birds peep chirply, smiles lift hard lines
A dewy mist shrouds my beak
My wings open, I fly to birds that seek
-john
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