Always good with words beautiful songs sing the birds
Magnificent feathers colored so fine of every design
What purpose do they serve that they deserve
to hold a place in my heart\'s space, a creature divine
Pluck their plumes, smell roasted savory fumes
Nourishment they provide, unhatched fledgling divide
An act more than a word life more than what\'s heard
Out of a broken song I right the wrong, a poem a bird that died