The flight of a bird, absurd not serious
Lends itself grace, in a place not imperious
Lands in a nest, best made for eggs
On its two legs
The growth of tree, you see in it a nest
Towards the sun, how fun is this eternal quest
Drawing strength from roots, its shoots in the earth
Giving life birth
The solid ground found in it a hole
Through this hollow, please follow in stroll
A bunny, how funny who seems to be late
A curiouser fate
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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