by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
Small black bird
With a bright white breast
Flitting through the forest
Living by a stream
You could walk for hours
Not speaking a single word
Just to catch a glimpse
Of this brilliantly colored
Black and white bird
When, at last, you find it
What a treasure it will seem!
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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