I once bought a bird in an antique shop ,
without any wings .,
Although it was made of metal ,
and didn’t move an inch ,
the shop keeper said “ for a farthing ,
you can teach it to fly ,
just buy his wings off me “
and I said “ goodbye “ .

So I took the bird home and ,
left it on the fence ,
for days he looked at me ,
not one move did he make .

I returned to that shop with a farthing to buy ,
those majestic wings so it could  fly ,
yet still it didn’t move or make a sound ,
and I was kinda feeling a little let down .

Then i decided it needed life in its wings ,
I read it great poems ,
and taught. It to sing .
Giving life to its being ,
I then quoted Shakespeare and sonnets of old ,
then sat down to think !
“ This bird dos’nt give a jot what I think .?

I closed the curtain and bid it good night ,
then in the morning,
It must have taken off to flight  ,
back to the antique shop ,
of all the places to be ,
pride of place without any wings it sat
Majestically.

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