In 2011 or 2012, I read the story of the thorn bird. I have never been able to find the exact article again. Googling "thorn bird" only brought up the television program and book of the same name. But I THOUGHT it was a true tale, and it moved me so much, I've never forgotten it.
The myth is that this bird sings only once its entire life -- when it plunges itself onto the thorns of a thorny bush. With its breast pierced, it sings so gloriously that all wildlife within hearing distance stop to listen.
And that song lasts from dawn to dusk!
It was a poignant, beautiful story, and it's what inspired this poem.