Thursday, February 24, 2011

Perfectly Flawed

Little bird with sweetest song
The notes you hit
Are never wrong
I don't recall
you ever stumbling
or forgetting the words
You're never mumbling
You don't follow notes
Or a sweaty instructor
The dawn is your cue
And the sun your conductor
There's no applause
No awards, no cheer
Yet every day
Without fail you appear
I try my best
To echo your song
But no one is listening
or singing along
They only react
When they pick up a flaw
But to your perfect pitch
No response at all!

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