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Poem: A Bird In The Tree

Posted by sean123 from Cardiff - Published on 27/05/2015 at 10:39
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A bird in the tree,
Starts to whistle at me.
He looks at me in a funny way,
As if he thinks I'm his prey.

A bird in the tree,
Chirping at me.
So sweet, so subtle.
He starts to gently chuckle.

His voice is soft,
And his colour, looks like Jack Frost.
He gracefully flies away into the distance,
Chirping away, making everything know of his existence.

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