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Apr 2017
Chirp
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp, chirp

Sitting outside my open window
An angel appeared in the shape of a bird
Teasing me with all her simple reminders
She was testing me with her pleasant demeanor

The tune that she sang resonated with me
Up in that tree, she fostered my thoughts
Believing in all she brought to me
I was caught in the words she taught to me

I wrote them all down as fast as I could
Each measured phrase she had shared with me
The time she took to sing her song
Was precious to me so I sang along

In tune with the message, the words they did spill
Onto the page and out through the window
They sailed on a breeze back to my sweet angel
She settled them there and chirped her farewell

I wished her adieu and watched her fly
Into the wind she disappeared on the wing
I hadn’t the chance to ask her why
She just left me right there with a lasting good bye

Chirp, chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Chirp

April 11, 2017
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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