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​Today I stirred when heard a bird
On windowsill a-calling me.
Its tweeted note, though not a word,
Insisted life was yet to be.

Of prospects bright on perches high
It sang in tune celestial,
Inviting one to rise and fly,
To live as if in festival.

Today I dared to hark to bird,
To seek the paths that lead above.
Not anymore to be deterred,
I flew the coop with wings of love.