Your singing stopped me

in my tracks

Spotted beauty all alone

on a swaying branch

Your notes combine

to make a melody

You sing for yourself

Not even the wind disturbs

Your prefect harmony

The song of your father

No cage could hold you

But bars would silence you

Your song penetrates yourself

So complete

That you Quiver

Then reach a higher note

O that my body would

Take such a tune

And hum each day away

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