The Cries

The baby bird cried softly outside the window

Watching the sick mother feed her new-born

She should have seen something in his forlorn eyes

For she dragged herself to the window

To feed him with love and care

The baby became stronger

And the bird grew into a fledgling

When the window closed forever

The fledgling pecked the window

Till his beak was sore

And the baby cried inside

Till there were no more tears

But the window remained resolutely closed

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