<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Birds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">last posture<br>pink little sparrow<br>so still in its few feathers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(a dead bird i saw that moved me nearly to tears) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Birds </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Birds are dining <br>Warily and well, <br>Hid in mossy cell: <br>Hid, I say, by waiters <br>Gorgeous in their gaiters - <br>I've a Tale to tell. <br>Little Birds are feeding <br>Justices with jam, <br>Rich in frizzled ham: <br>Rich, I say, in oysters <br>Haunting shady cloisters - <br>That is what I am. <br>Little Birds are teaching <br>Tigresses to smile, <br>Innocent of guile: <br>Smile, I say, not smirkle - <br>Mouth a semicircle, <br>That's the proper style! <br>Little Birds are sleeping <br>All among the pins, <br>Where the loser wins: <br>Where, I say, he sneezes <br>When and how he pleases - <br>So the Tale begins. <br>Little Birds are writing <br>Interesting books, <br>To be read by cooks: <br>Read, I say, not roasted - <br>Letterpress, when toasted, <br>Loses its good looks. <br>Little Birds are playing <br>Bagpipes on the shore, <br>Where the tourists snore: <br>'Thanks! ' they cry. ''Tis thrilling! <br>Take, oh take this shilling! <br>Let us have no more! ' <br>Little Birds are bathing <br>Crocodiles in cream, <br>Like a happy dream: <br>Like, but not so lasting - <br>Crocodiles, when fasting, <br>Are not all they seem! <br>Little Birds are choking <br>Baronets with bun, <br>Taught to fire a gun: <br>Taught, I say, to splinter <br>Salmon in the winter - <br>Merely for the fun. <br>Little Birds are hiding <br>Crimes in carpet-bags, <br>Blessed by happy stags: <br>Blessed, I say, though beaten - <br>Since our friends are eaten <br>When the memory flags. <br>Little Birds are tasting <br>Gratitude and gold, <br>Pale with sudden cold: <br>Pale, I say, and wrinkled - <br>When the bells have tinkled, <br>And the Tale is told. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lewis Carroll</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423394" data-title="Little Birds de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="last posture pink little sparrow so still in its few feathers (a dead bird i saw that moved me nearly to tears) inspired by Little Birds Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their..."></div> </div> </div>

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