Three Tiny Truths from the Thrush
The thrush eats only 'til its fullthen tucks its tiny head
contentedly beneath his wing
and takes a nap instead
When morning breaks it starts to sing
and thanks its Maker kind
before it has the guarantee
of what the day might find
Poetry by betsy Firefly
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Written on 2007-01-02 at 15:24
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