Little bird in the sky,
All it does is fly and fly.
Little bird is all alone;
It only wants to find a home.
Little bird loses height,
Soon he's hit by kites.
Little bird says, "oh no no! This is not my home.
I'm still very much alone".
Little bird goes to a tree on it's flight,
He ends up with a nest of termites.
Little bird says, "oh no no! This is not my home.
I want to be with one of my own."
Glum Little bird goes on and on,
Driven by his sadness all along.
Little bird says, "I've lost my home.
I will only be on my own."
Little bird see a familiar sight,
But not a kite or termite.
Little bird says, "My home is a very noisy home;
I think I'll prefer to be on my own!"
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PoetryJust a collection of poems of random themes. It isnt anything too dark or odd, I think. Quick poem for you called Leaves: New are the leaves of Spring's haze Green they turn in Summer's blaze Gold the colour of Autumn's crown But are gone by Winter...
