Lady of the Trees

Birds Of A Feather - Poem by Lady of the Trees

What instinct is it we possess
to recognize those of our kind?
How do I know with certainty
this kindred soul is paired with mine?

As sure as sunset follows dawn,
unto this friendship I am drawn.
We share the closeness of the flock,
yet free to fly out on our own.

In each other we do see
the bonds that link us through all time,
sure as birds of a feather
perch together with their kind.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 21, 2011

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