Within its throat
A songbird chokes up a somber note
While perched high upon a dying limb
Beneath a winter morning cloak
Under a heavy heart
And heavy wings
By nature its given as its charge
A dirge to sing
Far from the falsetto of its awakening cheer
Trilling at my window it would often appear
In deep dejection and reluctantly
It chooses its song in D minor key
The saddest key of them all to me
And with a thump!
Dead it falls to the ground
Of all its songs come early morning round
Perhaps, this is to me the saddest sound
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Within its throat
A songbird chokes up a somber note
While perched high upon a dying limb
Beneath a winter morning cloak
Under a heavy heart
And heavy wings
By nature its given as its charge
A dirge to sing
Far from the falsetto of its awakening cheer
Trilling at my window it would often appear
In deep dejection and reluctantly
It chooses its song in D minor key
The saddest key of them all to me
And with a thump!
Dead it falls to the ground
Of all its songs come early morning round
Perhaps, this is to me the saddest sound
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