A Bird
from The East.
It is a lovely chanting, chirping
From east, parrot green and red,
Twittering, from roost to roost,
Rules top and
twists, twigs,
Swings back ,pecks and pours,
In rhythm sacred
,sweet,
Not phony but in balsam
soothing,
gathering Clans too.
Loves its Maker, mentor,
Lives in abode of
Peaceful surroundings.
Its beak I draw,
Wonder how He that
hath made it ,thawed it
with melody and repetitive awe.
In bright dawn, it
Yearns freedom
not,
But only a secluded corner
To rue the rude
and ride.
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