The dew of early dawn cannot compare
Or even legions of golden daffodils standing tall
Or shafts of morning light breaking through the trees
Even the gentle sounds of the wood become silent
                
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Keats is singing through your poem. A beautiful poem you wrote to honor our feathered friend and the great poet. Thank you.
Beautiful and attractive. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. .....10

 
                     
                
Magnificent.... extremely well penned