A Visitor
On the back of my paint pallet it lied
Small, black, and petrified,
Not even the size of a penny
And it didn’t seem to mind me any,
But when I gave it a poke
It was like it had awoke,
Because it flew away from me
Forever, and forever, to be free!
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