Black Bird

At the dawn of the day's twilight
I see a black bird dancing with the crisp breeze
Flying alone above the leaves
Of the autumn colored trees
I hear her as she begins to sing a tune
Of how her eyes saw her first days in the month of June
Black bird, your feathers of jet
Are too slick and smooth to be caged
Your beauty will never age
Black bird, consider it an honor
For you have been written about
Upon this page

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