Little Bird

Little bird stuck in tree.

Little bird needs too see.

Little bird has no need to be stuck in that big ol tree.

Little bird doesn't think while he commands to flap his wings as he decides to take a stand he looks up and down but feels not to sound.

Little bird let's go as he starts to fall but isn't alone his dear ol mother is by his side watching every move he decides to try.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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June 15, 2014 at 7:17 PM
Victor, a lovely write. I can't imagine my life, without my mom... Who now RIP... Her wings, my wings flapped together, until I was able to fly without falling... LOL, well you know what I mean, because even now, I tend to fall a lot... enjoyed..Linda
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