A Dirty muddied brown winged bird
perched upon a branch
a dirty muddied melody comes
for the songbird’s match
a grassy molding earthy tone
reaching for on high
but only catching melodies
as clouds, drifting by
as it opens up its jolly wings
to take flight once again
it finds its arms have disappeared
and its feet are fastened deep
it struggles from this earthy pit
this prison of itself
but yelling out to call its friends
its voice makes not a sound
at once it thinks its given up
and resigns to this beige tourniquet
it tries to find a comfy spot
God willing that it may
but all to con-o-trary thoughts
this bird can still have hope
For what, I am not so sure
that’s why this song I wrote
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