Would there were some special birds
To probe my inner thoughts
To find a hidden way
To start a flow of words
Would there were some points of need
That signaled even in strange code
Some tangled complication
From which it would be freed.
These birds surround from time to time
They preen themselves on all they are
They boast of different beauties.
Occasionally they rhyme!
Would they could cooperate
In aiding in my search
But they all seem too self absorbed
To take a task to subjugate
However that occasional rhyme
Was much too tempting
Much too tantalizing in its glimpse
Of that hidden realm of mine
Some of them perceived
Rewards as chords were struck
Rhythm, shape, and form emerged
Elements they weaved.
Soon songs they and I
Had not imagined
Displayed their beauty
With a sigh.
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