Upon a tree branch, high and free,
A bird with feathers, bright to see,
Its gaze darts 'round, both near and far,
Searching for sights, a curious star.
With wings of grace, it takes the flight,
Descending down, a swift delight,
A dance with Earth, a fleeting glance,
Then back it soars, a second chance.
Its melody, a tune so sweet,
Echoes through leaves, a joyful feat,
A symphony of notes so clear,
Enchants all ears that dare to hear.
In human tongue, this tale I spin,
Of bird and tree, where dreams begin,
Nature's ballet, a wondrous show,
A song of life, where all hearts flow.
About the Creator
The Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors’ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Fiction
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