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Hear The Call

Poetry By: angel plant

Hear the call in the morning. The singing of the birds as they hit the window pane.

Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Hear the call

Of the bird on the pane

How loud it can be

With a touch of the flame

A call so tender

So loud and clear

Like a whisper so low

In the still of night

Wings on high

Wings below

Wings to embrace

Wings so bold

In the morning light

sun shining bright

Rain falling down

with patter patter

Birds flying in flight

Such a pretty sight

With great delight

Birds in song

As they go along

Flying in the clouds

With the greatest of ease

So they can please

Hear the call

The sound so loud

Wings holding tight

Whisper low


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