Little Bird
Little bird in my yard
he sprang, with out guard.
His foot is mending
his wings now bending.
Flying up and away
his little feet still fra.
He spent three days
in my garage.
His little life
almost a marage.
Yet now he flys
up toward bright blue skies.
Oh my what do I see,
clearing my eyes.
Here he comes
right back towards me.
Linda Terrell
November 11, 2009
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