The girl and her feathered friend

The child sat looking at the bird

She wondered just how her feathered friend felt

Listening to it beautifully chirp

It’s blue feathers Rustling in the wind

And loved the little songs it sings

And wished that she could fly free like her little friend

And sing with a trill of amazing clarity

Her little feather friend seemed without worry

Never seemed in a hurry

Always had the time to play

She wished she too could fly away

Into the sunset and far away

Just like her tiny feathered friend.

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