I have seen a bird evolve and solve the maths,
Its flight is a reminder of the power of fighting numbers.
The inspired being is along the way of light,
This path of sound judging is principle and practice.
I have seen a bird to this day and night prolonged
In pleasure, by the tail and the wings of raging flight.
Its pleasant talk outweighs the burdens of brothers,
Futile singing is a past history, a tall act of belonging.
I have seen a bird too tight and august in appearance,
Its kingly features are like that of a man, or a queen
If this bird is feminine, but why does it chirp and sit?
Where does it travel if this life is prolonged by flight?
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