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Peter Christopher |
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'I would sing for them, from the trees' |
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'I would sing for them, from the trees' |
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I would sing for them, from the trees As they would pass and sit below me And they would try to respond with their tones Odd sounds of moans. and other groans Over time I have watched how they've grown featherless with little fur, giants of our day dangerous but towards me gentle, for I was not their prey Occasionally I would flutter away in panic As they shuffled up trees to pick a ripe fruit to have with their picnic They have always been strange ones to witness But I sing for them And while I sing I see how changes spring the branches I sat on became less As they created biggers nests that were tree like at first but over time hard like stone but with their unique design And my branches became replaced by black lines connected to leaf less trees And I would sing for them even though I would sometimes see a parakeet forced to tweet from its cage, and macaws the same being taught to say a name but they never came for me instead they would recreate me on little whites And sometimes I would see the bright recreations of my yellow chest and my brown wings in their nest Along the side, it's almost as if they worship me I guess So I sing for them But they grew more stranger as things changed up they used to pair with donkeys and horses bathe by the rivers, now they summon watercourses But now I hardly see those horses anymore instead there's a new animal with a strange roar that moves unlike anything I've seen before And their eyes now hardly visit the skies they look down upon a new source of light And I sing but I am overwhelmed by other sounds the roar of their beast, and noises which drown out my tones Odd sounds which calm down and I once again hear their moans I occasionally hear a little one's groan As they point at me saying as I sing for them Kiskadee. |
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