I once read that the Skylark has inspired more poetry than any other bird. Tell me more, I thought.
Ella and Aretha singing how Skylark hears music in the night and carries their hearts on his wings.
Tell me more poets, how Skylark runs up golden stairs – caroling in the clouds. I heard Rossetti saw him singing between the green earth and the blue sky, this bird of wilderness.
Oh Skylark! I too wish to be lost in your call… tell me more!
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