His Little Place
I look out my window and see a bird in a tree
I wish I could join him he looks so free
He sits so still
He goes anywhere of his own free will
I wonder what he thinks when he's up there so far
Does he look down on us and wonder what we are?
He's still there
So peaceful in the air
His own little place
Soon, he'll be gone with no trace
Still, I hope he comes back someday
So I can watch him just fly away
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