Young glossy starling perching,
iridescent blue plumage showing.
Yellow eyes at me peering;
body - dark, then blue-flaming.
Such a gentle, small delight
glows for me in sun's light.
If this be my last day,
then had I this full ray.
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The beautiful starling gave you a gentle, small delight. So sweet!