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The Bird’s Swan Song

The bird flew high that day 
To sing her song of pain
A haunting tune, a shriek so loud
All in the midst of rain
Wet and cold but loudly still
She continues her song
Yet no one listens or pays heed
Before its too long
She climbed the branches again
With her wing cut and clipped
Her croon's loud, the cry for help
Still heard; ears are miffed
She wouldn't fly nor did she climb today
Her voice silenced far and beyond
Yet everyone cried, prayed and had heard it
For twas' her swan song

I was reading Maya Angelou’s I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings and was like hey! now bird’s a nice symbol to use in a poem and tada this came out.

I’d love to hear what you think I was wanting to tell you all through this. Let’s talk in the comments!

Alsoooo, I am back! For good this time. Promise:D

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