David Hyatt-Bickle Poet Personification

Wild Birds

Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue
Was an isolated thin pond 
Where birds sang their short song to bond

In the midst of this quacking though
A foreign and sweet song did grow
From the bird of the pond of brown
With a towering orange crown

Now that hoopoe bird did well sing
When it grew out from the mud spring
Taught by the blue scimitarbill
His unseen twin that came with skill

So Mani, the hoopoe bird, sang
Sang without lips or a sharp fang
To the simorgh bird that stood tall
Strong though unseen and above all

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