An Ode to Aves

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By: Masaryk Posted on: September 30, 2013


What stories could be told, crow of Actar,

Delectation, curiosity, or strife

For there are so many,

Those of us, who could learn from them of life

The fleeting avocet,

A seafarer's envy for dangers ahead

Providence, the white crane under The Logos' hand,

Or the eagle with wings from The Divine

The Ithmian wren,

Its boisterous call, the alarm to wake the dead

Come, and teach us the aerial disquisition,

The desire of so many and trait of so few

Like the enigma of the thrush,

Your alluring song, we all shall listen.