Snowbird high in the frozen air,
Singing on the cusp of numb despair.
Snowbird sings at the peak of his flight,
Taking off hard in a cold delight.
Snowbird has fun in the frigid sky,
Singing his way as the daylight dies.
Snowbird ignores the chilling dark,
Winter twilight in the deserted park.
Snowbird sings away joy for all,
His song a kind of mocking in freefall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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