Mr. Bird
By evangelina
The bird I will call him Mr. Bird, so proud of his tree. He holds his head so high So proud! Oh, Mr. Bird, how pretty You are on top of that tree. Waiting for his mate to come to him as he calls out... For they have a nest up high in the tree. ~*~ I wish I could fly to that tree With such a creature as you... to sing the song with you in the skies you call home. Oh, Mr. Bird, how will you see - the beauty in you can set me free? ~~**~**~~Authors: my mom, a poetess in her own right...well, and myself *wink* Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 05:01 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The bird I will call him..."