Waiting For Nightingale To Sing
she livened the world
with her songs
one day the hippo
heard her sing
he looked up
and insulted her beak
she stared at her reflection
in the water
the hippo was right
she was one ugly fowl
she was one ungifted bird
she swore never to come out again
she swore never to sing again
while she sits still
the world is silent
waiting for nightingale
to sing
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