The Plain Looking Bird Poem by Francis Duggan

The plain looking bird with the beautiful song
Once seen and once heard you never again get him wrong
A plain gray to brown bird grey shrike thrush is his name
Near to human dwellings his kind seem almost tame
His song is so flute like and pleasant to hear
And so very recognizable and melodiously clear
His kind among Nature's leading minstrels such pleasure they do give
By the borders of woodlands they seem to prefer to live
Birds that i see and hear often though not every day
From where they are born they never venture far away
Their beauty not physical but in their song
Among Australia's best feathered minstrels they surely belong
They sing on the lower branches of the trees
And their beautiful music seems to float in the breeze.