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Birds of a Feather
1.
 There is a bird,
 A maternal little bird
 Who visits the 
 Westerly-peak of 
 My little green house
 But once a long gray year.
 
 There is a bird,
 A motherly little bird,
 Shaped like a teardrop,
 Brown and gray
 With a sharp black beak 
 Pointed 
 Toward the end of the day. 
 
 There is a bird,
 A wise little bird
 Perched silent and unmoving,
 A guardian of seemingly 
 Unimportant things,
 A guardian of the voices small. 
 
 There is a bird,
 A knowing little bird,
 With striped-black wings,
 And an anticipating look 
 Above a 
 Lovely spotted vest,
 An anomaly of things 
 Uncertain. 
 
 There is a bird,
 An occasional little bird,
 At whom I sometimes wonder,
 “What
 Is your purpose in this 
 Particular place?”
 “And what is so special about
 My space?”
 
 
 2.
 There once was a bird,
 A hushed little bird,
 Who was always deep, 
 With lovely spoken words,
 Of a thoughtful and a
 Soulful kind,
 Full of voice,
 And full of mind. 
 
 There once was a bird,
 A silent little bird,
 Who sang to me often and long,
 Of a charming scene,
 With a wonderful song. 
 This little bird,
 This thoughtful little bird,
 Prompted me once to write 
 Of the Visiting bird. 
 
 3.
 There once was a bird, 
 A hushed little bird,
 A black little bird,
 And a silent little bird, 
 Whose word about the 
 Brown and knowing 
 Little bird
 I
 Have always kept.

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Funnnnnny that you should think of Raven while reading this... you see, it was written for/because of/to him :]
Yeah, I think I actually changed it one more time and did that, I like it better that way too, it's more graphic, I guess.
Thank you for your praise, this poem was a lot of fun to write!
Yes, it is you :) I was hoping you'd notice! :)
Yes, I have, I decided I wasn't quite outgoing enough to be the Stargirl. It's not like I'm anti-social, it's just that I'm generally not the one to make the first move towards meeting or getting to know people. I'm working on becoming less shy, though.
"Black little bird:"
(Hee Hee). That's me!
It seems you have grown shy since I've last seen you.
 
Kinda goes with my photo "Visiting Bird".