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Bluebird

It was just a clear spring morning, when I awoke. I ran to my window, and looked upon the tree, and there was a bluebird, staring at me. As fast as I could, I ran for the tree, but when I got there, he'd climbed, higher from me. I climbed to the top, so careful, and slow. There we both sat, neither daring to move. I looked at him, yet he wouldn't at me. As I reached for him, he was further away. A tear rolled down my cheek, for the bluebird I'd wanted, had tried to fly. It broke my heart, for when I looked down, There lay my pretty Bluebird, silent upon the cool ground.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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