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What
A
Little
Bird
Teaches
Little
bird,
little
bird,
it
seems
to
me
You
are
as
contented
as
you
can
be.
As
you
merrily
flit
from
tree
to
tree,
You
appear
unhurried
and
tension-free.
You
are
always
singing
atop
your
perch
Until
you
glide
downward
to
start
your
search
For
a
worm,
insect,
or
bug
to
ingest;
Seems
hunting
for
food
is
your
only
quest.
God
provides
you
with
everything
you
need
--
Shouldn't
I,
little
bird,
from
you
take
heed?
Copyright
©
1995
Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published
in
the
November/December
1996
issue
of
Poets
At
Work
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