The Bird - Poem by Mark Ruiz
A bird flew by me as I watched,
And it danced so cheerfully as well.
Wings spread even as it descends.
Jumping, pecking, even spinning
Careless in the world,
Catching the worm.
It sings, it flies and all so nimble.
Mere minutes pass and yet he stands there
Still he gets nowhere watching nothing.
With that the bird flew in the distant
Looking back perhaps wondering
Why it wasn't I who danced for joy.
At least I have my catch.
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