A city bird who doesn’t know what he is missing.
Ruffled feathers harshly blown,
A City bird who walks on stone -
And makes a window ledge his home.
Missing all the gliding
Riding – sunshine high,
Tall trees hiding,
Where no sound of man is heard
Just the call of
Bird to bird.
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