There was a bird,
A wounded bird,
That fell onto my lap.
I tried to help,
I tried to soothe
The wounded bird's torment.
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But autumn came -
Migration time -
The bird took off from me.
Still claiming: "If
You ever need,
I will be here for you".
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"Away", it said,
"Don't care too much,
I am an ugly duck".
"I don't believe!"
Was the reply,
"I don't believe you are,
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And I believed...
I tried my luck
Whenever I felt blue.
I tried to call,
To shout aloud,
But everything in vain.
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I do perceive
Through your distress
The pure, unblemished soul.
I will take care
That you see, too
How precious you are".
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My bird has left,
It's far away
And cannot hear my cry.
On other laps
It leans its head
When needing to be soothed.
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And so it went,
For days and months,
The bird kept saying, "leave,
"I am no good
I am a duck"
And I replied "Not true,
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Sometimes, I bleed
And then I think -
My bird is back with me.
Sometimes, indeed,
It passes by
And pecks upon my hatch.
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I see so clear,
I see so bright,
I see the peacock tail.
It is majestic,
It's so rare!
It is a peacock tail".
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I smile at it,
It speaks to me
In our special tongue.
It spreads again
Its peacock tail,
For moments to be seen.
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At last, it seems,
The message passed.
My bird began to heal.
Day after day,
Began to trust
The power it possessed.
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But it is brief,
Too fast for me
To recognize my bird.
And then I wonder
If I had
A peacock, or a duck.
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In gratitude,
Times and again
It spread its tail for me,
Revealed its colors,
Its grandeur -
I was bewitched by it.
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If duck or peacock -
I don't care
Because I need my bird.
I need the shelter
Of its wing
When frost invades my soul.
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I loved my bird,
Adored its tail.
"I love you", said the bird.
It said: "whenever
You need me
I will be here for you".
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It isn't right,
To miss my bird,
To miss so painfully.
Yet, when I'm glum,
When I am cold,
I need its wing to warm...
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