This little bird

 

This little bird wants to fly

Her eyes desperately seek

She prepares her wings for flight

She dreams of the highest peak

Of blending with the pink sky

And no longer being meek

Her feathers increase in might

She slips but lifts her strong beak

She stretches her wings apart

And finds a place that is unique

Reviews

[Kestrova]

I love the rhyming and wording on this one; it's clever and everything goes so well together. Short but sweet, I rather like it. Your writing stands out to me!