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Within its throat 

A songbird chokes up a somber note 

While perched high upon a dying bough  

Beneath a winter morning cloak 

 Under a heavy heart 

And heavy wings 

 By nature  its given as its charge 

A dirge to sing 

Far from the falsetto of its awakening cheer 

Trilling at my window it would often appear 

In deep dejection and reluctantly 

It chooses its song in D minor key 

The saddest key of them all to me 

And with a thump! 

Dead it falls  to the ground 

Of all its songs come early morning round 

Perhaps, this is to me the saddest sound.