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About This Poem
The Bird
Mom looked out the window
at the bright sun. From where she sat
on her front porch couch,
the world outside
looked cold,
the kind of cold that
breaks wood and snaps utility wires. Suddenly a bird
dropped down,
she supposed from the tree that towered over the front of the house,
and sat
on the outside window sill.
She caught eyes with the little, black thing and asked it,
"Why am I so lonely?"
But the bird
flew away after only a few seconds,
certainly not enough time to
answer.
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