A Bird's Gift
Little Mary had a cute bunny pet,
she played with, till another one she met.
When autumn’s crunchy breeze started to blow,
a pigeon made home in her window low.
Soon it became a dear friend of Mary,
cooed at morn to wake her up gently.
She fed the bird along with her bunny,
and through the fall she had great time funny.
When the winter came the bird flew away,
left for her a feather on the walkway.
From the window sad bunny looked out miffed,
as she crouched to pick it up as a gift.
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