Snowbird high in the frozen air,
singing on the cusp of numb despair.
Snowbird sings at the peak of her flight,
taking off hard in a cold delight.
Snowbird has fun in the frigid sky,
singing her way as the daylight dies.
Snowbird ignores the chilling dark,
winter twilight in the deserted park.
Snowbird sings away joy for all,
her song a kind of mocking in free fall.
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