Songbird I listened to a bird that told me all He seemed to make no sense as I recall I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds The claws that tear, the fangs that bite The placid pond, the bird in flight The lion stalking round his kill The flowers purpose on the hill I looked out at the trees that gently swayed They didnt need to know how they were made I wondered if the world kept something hid Denied to me, for something that I did The claws that tear, the fangs that bite The placid pond, the bird in flight The lion stalking round his kill The flowers purpose on the hill I listened to a bird that told me all He seemed to make no sense as I recall So far I havent heard a songbird sing A single verse that told me anything The claws that tear, the fangs that bite The placid pond, the bird in flight The lion stalking round his kill The flowers purpose on the hill crashtestdummies/
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 01:02:58 +0000
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