I'd kiss her beak
And send her on her way
Away she'd flit
Her tiny wings stretched
As far as they could spread
To drink in the sun
Out through the window
To the tree
And there she'd sit and
Sing her arias
Others could hear her song
As they passed below
But she never performed for them
I knew she sang just for me
I never feared
Her not returning
The chill of night
Would return her to my embrace
And I'd become
Her Night Guardian
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