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THE THORN BIRD

Poetry By: Chiqui
Poetry


Tags: Death


The Thorn Bird has always fasinated me this is how I see the little fellow of nature


Submitted:Feb 16, 2010    Reads: 650    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


THE THORN BIRD
Of all creature great and small
My favourite the Thorn Bird of them all
When here on earth his work is done
He chose a mate who will hatch his son
You can hear him chirp his very first and last song
Knowing death will be very soon
He flies high thru white clouded skies
And the angels can hear his final cries
Soaring here and swiftly there
Looking for a Thorn tree everywhere
A special thorn it has to be
Sharp as a razor and strong as a dart
This thorn will his tiny body bare
His heart is heavy, for the dive almost ready
His aim is straight, can allow no mistake
Straight down he flies with incredible speed
Into his small heart the sharp thorn does pierce
No more we here this Thorn Bird sing
All you see in the tree his small hanging wing
A drop of blood drips to the ground
death he never uttered a sound
And with the sun as it now sets
He lays his tiny body to rest




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