The Bird Who Would Not Sing
The spring morning when he hatched was bathed in the sunshine of great promise.
His mother chirped and his father bragged, "At last, our choir will have it's best tenor ever!"
When summertime came, baby bird's cheeps became deeper. He learned how to perch, and his wings grew much stronger.
Meanwhile, birds far and wide all agreed with his father, he waswithout questionthe world'sbest tenor ever.
The father, inspired, began to composethe most wonderfulsymphony to honor his son's heaven senttalent.
All who had witnessed this music's creation praised it and gasped, "Truly, no masterpiece has ever approached this in genius."
His son, with disdain, would sing no refrain.
"All birds can sing; 'tis no great thing.
A poet and thinker I'll be.
You wait and see; you'll hear of me."
So off he flew to be alone and contemplate, and he never sang another note.
His father's mighty symphony would never be heard, for it lacked the key ingredient, the world's best tenor ever.
Beforeautumn arrived and trees changed their color, the birds came together to fly south for the winter.
All the birds, that is, except the world's best tenor ever. His poems nearly done,theymerely requiredhis masterfulfinishing touch.
He had not the time, as other birds did, to fly south with the sun and be safe for the winter.
Cruel winds from the north,bringing deep, fluffysnows and sharp, bitingfrosts, blew fiercely across meadows and into dark woods.
So scarcewas his foodthatsoon savage hungerviciously stole that most preciousseat of his meter andrhyme.
All the while,much to his increasing vexation, vile predatorsstalked his wasting, thin frame, their own empty stomachs to fill.
Then one day he was gone, his poems never written.
No one everexperiencedthe profoundestexpressions of great joy and deepsorrow, which had flowered in his lonely, proud heart.
But saddest of all, the world never heard the most powerful, the mostbeautiful chorus ever composed, for it missed the world's best tenor ever.
Copyright 2006
The spring morning when he hatched was bathed in the sunshine of great promise.
His mother chirped and his father bragged, "At last, our choir will have it's best tenor ever!"
When summertime came, baby bird's cheeps became deeper. He learned how to perch, and his wings grew much stronger.
Meanwhile, birds far and wide all agreed with his father, he waswithout questionthe world'sbest tenor ever.
The father, inspired, began to composethe most wonderfulsymphony to honor his son's heaven senttalent.
All who had witnessed this music's creation praised it and gasped, "Truly, no masterpiece has ever approached this in genius."
His son, with disdain, would sing no refrain.
"All birds can sing; 'tis no great thing.
A poet and thinker I'll be.
You wait and see; you'll hear of me."
So off he flew to be alone and contemplate, and he never sang another note.
His father's mighty symphony would never be heard, for it lacked the key ingredient, the world's best tenor ever.
Beforeautumn arrived and trees changed their color, the birds came together to fly south for the winter.
All the birds, that is, except the world's best tenor ever. His poems nearly done,theymerely requiredhis masterfulfinishing touch.
He had not the time, as other birds did, to fly south with the sun and be safe for the winter.
Cruel winds from the north,bringing deep, fluffysnows and sharp, bitingfrosts, blew fiercely across meadows and into dark woods.
So scarcewas his foodthatsoon savage hungerviciously stole that most preciousseat of his meter andrhyme.
All the while,much to his increasing vexation, vile predatorsstalked his wasting, thin frame, their own empty stomachs to fill.
Then one day he was gone, his poems never written.
No one everexperiencedthe profoundestexpressions of great joy and deepsorrow, which had flowered in his lonely, proud heart.
But saddest of all, the world never heard the most powerful, the mostbeautiful chorus ever composed, for it missed the world's best tenor ever.
Copyright 2006
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