A Little Bird's Lament

Behold, this is not a song, but a bitter cry,

A little bird's lament for days of roseate hue,

Almond blooms kissed the morning sky,

Playmates' songs like Dawn's music flew.

The cattle ranch, glee leaped and bound,

The orchard's bounty, rich with nut and berry,

Liberty, now lost, could then be found,

And mirthful trips did chase away all worry.

Where are Eyrie's eggs, traveler's grace?

Well-wisher's smile, the coquetry's art?

And Camellia's scent that filled this place?

Her rainbow eyes, that soothed my aching heart?

Alas, luck, in a heat I lie, alone, forlorn,

For past prime's sweetness, cruelly uptorn.

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