The Mystery of Birds
Who wouldn't want to fly,
to simply lift your arms
and soar aloft
with eagles and hawks?
Who wouldn't want to gather
straw and string, weave a cozy nest,
lure a mate, raise the young,
push them out to fly on their own,
and go on their way?
Who wouldn't want to splash
in fountains, feathers and all,
on a sweltering summer day?
Who wouldn't want to join
the mockingbird's song,
spilling joy
into every listening ear?
Composers have echoed his notes,
in string and flute,
and the melodies we love most
rustle through leaves,
breathe into ocean waves,
thunder down mountains,
and walk with the dead.
Yet, there remains
the mystery of birds.
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