In dawn's first light, the avian orchestra begins
A symphony of feathers, beaks, and wings
Each bird a maestro in its own right
Creating a melody that takes flight
The robin's song is sweet and clear
A sign that spring is finally here
The mockingbird with its mimicry
Sings a tune of complexity
The eagle soars with grace and might
Its cry a symbol of freedom's fight
While the hummingbird, so small and fleet
Dances in the air with nimble feet
The peacock struts in vibrant hues
A display that always wows the views
The owl, with eyes so wise and deep
Hunts in silence while others sleep
Each bird in nature's grand design
A work of art, a sight divine
Their songs and sounds a true delight
A symphony of avian flight.
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