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MY LITTLE BIRD
Wandering along the country lane
a little bird came into view
hopping in front of me.
He stopped and fluttered in the dust
and scrabbled all around,
on the sun-baked ground
before he flew passed my eyes
calling, chirping happily,
awakening some force
in me which was great gratitude.
For here I’d felt a certain
energy of life translated by
my little friend into a dance of life
with song and soul and movement
which I felt of course.