Poetry

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...Leaving my length long mark,
The birds are not quiet,
They are busy and occupied...
Every place on the tree,they occupy;
Doing what they know best.

The hens chuckle,
The geese cackle,
The turkeys gobble,
The parrots chatter,
The ravens croak,
The sparrow chirp,
The owls screech,
The eagles scream,
The hyenas laugh,
These they do with all their might.

As a dove,I coo,
Wisdom demands that I hiss,
Because of tge work,the work,the work,
The workload of leaving my mark
In the forest of life

This I must do ,peacefully, perfectly,pacified,
Slowly,slowly,and very slowly
As I draw my log,black body
Along the way tn the point of
"IT IS FINISHED".

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