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"Fly Free, Little Bird"
Fly free, little bird, no longer under lock and key.
Go, join your companions nesting songfully in that tree.
Sing, little bird, that happy song of joy,
No longer need you worry that your freedom I'll deny.
Rest easy, little bird, in you I have full trust.
I know I cannot stop you for doing what you must.
Spread your wings, little bird, in patterns of free flight,
Journeying far by day, stopping only for the night.
Soar high, little bird, flying North and South,
Bring back those early worms for your little children's mouth.
Follow your own star, little bird, don't do what they all do,
Your conscience and your heart will rightly see you through.
Experience your dreams, little bird, no matter where you roam,
Remember this, dear friend, you're always welcome home.
Copyrights C 1980, 2001 Jeanne Maack. All Rights Reserved.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
~Jean Cocteau, Le Rappel á l'ordre, 1926
A "quidnunc" is a person who is eager to know the latest news and gossip, otherwise, a busybody.
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