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My sister, standing on the dock

Barley eight years old

Her shiny

Whispy blonde hair

Springing up

In the bright sunlight.

She jumps up and down

In her small

Blue hand-me-down sneakers

Spotted brown

From the early afternoon mudpie lunch.

Her old

Tattered sundress

Swings with her small body

As she throws scraps

Of old bread

To the birds

Naming them,

Trying to comfort

The ones who get left out.



Her bright eyes

Shine against the light

Of the fading red sun

Off in the blue distance.



As the birds leave,

Some by themselves

Some in pairs,

She waved to them

Her tiny fingers

Twirling in the air

"Bye my little birdies!"

She cries

In her small

Innocent voice.



And after her friends

Fly away,

I take her hand

And lead her to the house,

Her eyes still glued

To the sky.



Justine Marie Zingg