I wake up every morning and
gather in the slaught of thoughts, so thankful
for this grand impetus who wrought
me this unique songbird;
this distinct wonder chirps the most
loving sonnets while looking right at me,
for I am enthralled with her serenade, for
this tiny marvel rivals Mozart in every
remarkable reprise and splendid melody,
her pitching tone and melancholic litany-
so mournful- a perfect authentic cadence of trills from
this magnificent rarity, possibly her loving
hymn a lost requiem, though her reflective
pitch is angelic as the highest chord, she brings
me to tears, for so much beauty in such a small
creature for whom sings to me her morning matins
at my front doorway is beyond heavenly.
- John Hardesty
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