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.
fauxcroft 
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