The Bird
One day, as I sat alone, by the sea, a beautiful bird I chanced to see.
And, as I watched, it sang a song while wind and wave played right along.
It sang so brightly; It danced so sprightly, its call, so sweet, did so excite me.
As it sang and danced along the sand, This beautiful bird I took in hand.
And, dismayed, I couldn't understand why it would not sing, while held in hand.
Though it looked so lovingly at me, It sang no more, till I set it free.
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
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