He is the bird; the same whom she spoils
with feed in her palm.
He travels to and fro the bird baths and
dinner plates.
He is each one who furthers her
knowledge of natures winged
messengers.
She is the fairy,
he is the bird.
He is the bird that flew past the
new front yard, she said, “I think he likes it”
she must know he is the bird.
Britney Jensen
May 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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Very sweet
ReplyDeleteit's for and about grandma and gpa :)
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