“He picks his pond, and the soft thicket of his world.He bids his lady come, and she does, flirting with her tail.He begins early, and makes up his song as he goes.He does not enter a house at night, or when it rains.He is not afraid of the wind, though he is cautious.He watches the … Continue reading Favorite bird poems
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