yellow lark

lovely yellow lark

sing for me the crested cry

frolic in the desert sand

nesting your speckled eggs

or join me,

dear meadowlark,

at daybreak.

nightingale’s chorus has quiet

and only you and I 

know why

our morning song drifts through

first to me and back to you

again, and yet, again

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