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In the elm outside my window, roosts a mysterious bird.
I listened as he squawked and fluttered. This is what I heard,
"If God had given you wings, would you fly away with me?"
To have wings and fly like a bird? What a gift that would be!

He perched on the window sill when I raised it to climb out.
"Your arms will turn into wings if you trust without a doubt."
I closed my eyes in anticipation and flapped my little arms.
My body started rising above the elm tree and then the farms.

"Oh  goodness!" I cried out to the bird, "I see so far and wide!"
I soared on wings over fields,  the mysterious bird at my side,
and when we passed a flock of geese, they honked in surprise.
What a spectacle I must seem to be, flying high up in the skies.

"Watch out!"  Too late did I see the reason for his warning, 
for right into a cloud I flew. It hadn't been there this morning.
I was lost inside the cottony layers and couldn't see a thing,
when suddenly I felt the gentle tap of the beautiful bird's wing.

"This way. Follow me, and please tell me, what's your name."
I told him it was Mamette, but all my friends just call me Mame.
I asked his name because I didn't want to call him 'bird' all day.
He flew around me in big circles before he told me it was Clay.

Clay and I flew all around the coutryside, creating quite a stir.
Sometimes we zoomed so high that everything became a blur.
You should've seen the faces of people who stared in disbelief
and I heard them shout at me, "That's Mame, oh good grief!"

We landed for a moment, but only for Clay to catch a worm,
he swallowed it and offered me one, but I could only squirm.
Into the sky we rose again. I wish this day would last forever!
I wanted to find a way to keep my wings, if I could be so clever.

Clay started flying faster and I followed his route as best I could.
"What's wrong?" I asked.  He said the weather didn't look good. 
Dark clouds were moving in.  I heard the roar of mighty thunder.
"Let's find a place to land," he said, "a roof we can stay dry under."

I was more than a little frightened of the lightning bolts that flashed,
so I told him I wanted to go home and then away I quickly dashed.
I spied my open window and flew in when raindrops began to fall.
Clay was not behind me so I put my head out of the window to call.

There he was, up in the elm, with a wing protecting another bird.
He whistled at me, nodded his head, and this is what I heard.
"Go back inside, dear little Mame. Don't you worry about me.
We'll fly the skies again some day when you feel like being free."



                                                           

  January 26, 201   Imagination Contest    Shadow Hamilton
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