The Morning Bird

Early morning coffee

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Most mornings I take my coffee out on the veranda.

There high up on a branch 

in one of the stately Magnolia trees

sits the most

magnificent bird 

with bright wings

and a throat that glistens, as he 

lifts his head and sings his 

sweet and wondrous song.

This is a new day and the bird’s song

is all that matters.

And I laugh because

there is nothing else to do, but laugh

and listen. For all the mistakes

of yesterday are just that.

There came a day as most days do

when he came no more. 

The stillness of the tree was the only sound.

I looked up and the sky was blue as blue can be. 

There was a small wisp of a cloud floating by

and then it was gone.

Most mornings I like to take my

coffee out on the veranda.

I look for him, thinking perhaps today,

perhaps today.

And I think that 

I will always be grateful for his song. 

By David L Painter

From: United States

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