Forth Sonnet
My bird! My bird! has come to grace the sky
along with sweet, sweet sun that warms my face,
a gift that knows the child inside my eyes
behind the years that time cannot replace.
O’ falcon come to know my hearts true call
when spirits rise to meet your golden wings,
cease not in faith to keep my dreams enthrall
ascent to heavens harp our hearts will sing.
By chance I find you be a red tailed hawk
nostalgia lost to nature’s choice of nest,
your beauty be no less of that I talk
a pride upon which wings a true sigh rest.
Our spirit to your flight my heart befriends
and grace upon my eyes does make amends.
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