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poem_058_The_Baby_Bird
Lonely little baby bird,
How she sits on her bough,
Thinking of what she’s heard,
Wondering why and how.
Many years passed.
She watched her family fly.
Soon she needed to and fast.
For her maturity was passing by.
One day the baby bird reaching maturity,
Saw a male in her glance and he fancied her.
She watched on fluffing her feathers in security.
As her eggs were getting read to transfer.
The little baby bird sitting on her bough,
Listening to the sweet songs and music of love,
Now no longer wonders what for why or how,
But now soars along with her fellow dove!
Inspired by: My status messages
Created on: July 4, 2005
