BIRDBRAIN

Through a hazy thousand dreams

There is a mystic bird

With plummage and a name unknown

And a voice you've never heard.

Darting  through the darkness

To take from those who give,

As sweetmeats of our dreams

From silent sleep ~ we serve.

It flits from those who have

To those who never had;

Dropping many happy crumbs

For those forever sad.

And so, as time evolves

In filching from the few,

Our learned feathered friend

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