A slight rustle of wings,
A soft, melodious chirp
The flashes of color,
On the sky's blue background.
Flying freely
Just out of reach
They dance acrossed the branches
Watching from a distance.
A twitch of the head,
The flutter of their wings,
They are gone again
Their tiny bodies
Fade from sight.
You watched them swoop low
The up high!
The random falls and
Exciting rises!
Little rockets with a mind
of their own
Preform for you
Come rain, come shine
The joy of the show
Shall always be thine.
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Poetic Justice
CasualeThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
