The Ippicus Tree

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The Ippicus Tree

High on the ippicus tree
sits a bird dressed in black
Singing songs about war
spying on thy neighbor

Dancing in the wind
like pearls in the sea
Displayed only for those
who think they can see

For it's not the Ippicus tree
that makes him so tall
It's the blood on his wings
and hatred in his call

Strikes lightning unpleasant
yet pleasant to see
Fly away symbol of tyranny
go back to your creed

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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