<n id="1" /><p class="poetry">&#8220;The wings of the ostrich<n id="2" /> flap with joy,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">but are they the pinions and plumage of a stork?<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">where the birds make nests,p> <p class="poetry">near the evergreens in which the herons live.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">Even the stork knowsp> <p class="poetry">when it is time to move on.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The turtledove, swallow, and crane<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">recognize<n id="3" /> the normal times for their migration.p> <p class="poetry">But my people pay no attentionp> <p class="poetry">to<n id="4" /> what I, the <sc>Lordsc>, require of them.<n id="5" />p>