He leaves us words, faint traces on the tree,
and hops from branch to branch.
A clever bird is he.
For all the while we chase him down
and try to find the key,
hop hop little bird hop,
peck peck little bird peck,
on he goes, jubilant and free.
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
