New Feathered Friend
A baby bird fell from a tree
Right in front of mini-me,
He tried to fly but every lift
He fell back down and ran quite swift.
The mother of the baby bird
Fed it’s beak upon the earth,
Guiding it back up the tree
Then there was another three…
Birds…
The baby bird heard family calls
Climbed up and up with many falls,
Head held high it squawked *cheep cheep*
Then baby bird fell fast asleep.
Mini Me brought water fast
For H20 out there is vast,
Seeds we placed upon the tree
To help the birdie family.
What can we do? not much more
for birds that are so premature,
The dear little thing; our new feathered friend
To the sky you will transcend.
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