Does a bird know its purpose
when it takes to the sky?
Does it ponder its meaning
while circling high?
Does it covet the feathers
on the other birds’ wings?
Or is it content with familiar things?
Such were my questions
’neath the tree where I sat
and such were the thoughts
of my chittering cat.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: July 26th, 2026 20:56
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