What's to expect? A bird in the air? Breeze knocking down the leaves? Or just a hole in the tree?
Filled with hatch-lings, but only saplings.
Chirping here, chirping there. Can't they even get enough air?
Topple, tumble, trip, and fall, there she is with the food they want most of all.
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Sun is setting. Days go by, like nothing ever satisfied.
They all get big, and they all get to fly, but one little bird hasn't grown in size.
As people come, and people go, things start to close.
Winter will be here soon, and where will this baby bird go?
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So far so long this baby bird has come along. So mamma bird now thinks its time,
that she learns how to fly. Bouncing, jumping, flapping wings.
Now she's ready to begin.
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She is scared, and scared she is, but she knows that she can.
It's coming fast, there's no stopping it, only one week left.
A harsh winter, yes it will be. If she does not hurry, she will not see what's to be coming.
She tried, and tried once again, but she failed again, and again.
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Trying to spread her brown, and black wings, there she goes into the misty green.
"Why, oh how, did I get in this mess? What did I do? Oh, where will I go next?"
She knows she's in trouble, with cats and with dogs, but it does not take long.
She scurries, and hops, and she's now face to face with a cat at her only safe hiding place.
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A little hole that used to be a big o'l rat's place in peace.
The cat walks away. The bird is safe, and she knows another way.
Out the hole, and onto the road. "To many people, no, oh no. I am not gonna go."
Before she knows it, she's picked up by these warm little palms, that she now feels calm.
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-Poetry- Hatch before pass...
Puisi-In this poetry, a baby bird experiences first breath, first life, out of her shell, brothers, and sisters, and so on. When hatching she must grow, before she leaves her home, just like a gate. When gates are locked, the only way through is with a k...
