Sparrow On The Morn'
Sparrow on the morn, sparrow on the morn,
You are my first joy 'gainst the daybreak's cruel scorn
I throw myself out to be dashed 'gainst the mornin' dew,
And I remember I can smile upon the first sight of you
Then the day takes up a kind new demeanor,
With the air grown fresh, and the flowers grown greener
The futures not so grim, and my eyes I think are glittering sure,
And no happiness was ever so pure
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Chickadee at noontide, Chickadee at noontide,
At you midday's trite maledicts do fall at the wayside
My aimless meanderings are blown into port,
When I see you amongst yourselves playing in idyll cahorts
Than my trampings do turn to adventure,
And my search for lost love becomes a sugared venture
I did turn 'round, and watch you sing your chipper song so clear,
As the lazy late-afternoon gave way to a twilight of tears
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Heron of the night, heron of the night,
Your regal craning brings the rainfall to delight
Each one of your feathers treasured in blue wealth,
As if you were handmade by the hand of God itself
In your company I'll sleep, to let my body soak up the waters,
To be cherished as if I were my own contentment's sole daughter
And sweet is the sleep of those no longer athirst,
Having made their happiness mercurial and unrehearsed
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A cardinal hopped atop my rested body, and diddled about my chest,
And the warmth of his eyes like bullets where buried deep in my breast
Wonder stretched 'crossed his face, as he cocked his head towards the reeling westwardly dark
He turned 'round and outstretched his right wing to a ginger east without remark
He jumped down astride me and laid his beauty upon my mind
I'll be off to walkin' straight into the dawn, unearthly and purblind
And I thank you cardinal, I'm off to see the sparrow, but we'll meet again soon,
And the cardinal did land on a dogwood outside a bedroom window, and he began to croon…
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