Bird

Bird

A Poem by Becca

Wings fit to fly.

Beaks fit to peck.

Songs meant to be sung.

Vibrant colors.

Nests for the eggs.

Maybe mate for life.

Wings stretched out.

Get ready to fly.

Chirp your song.

Soar through the sky.

Wings fit to fly.

Beaks fit to peck.

Songs meant to be sung.

© 2012 Becca


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Added on May 2, 2012
Last Updated on May 22, 2012

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Becca
Becca

Rochester, NY



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