Poem: A Bird In The Tree
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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