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The Bird Flew and Flew

The bird flew and flew The bird flew around the cage Never knowing the outside Seeing but not able to feel One day her cage was left open She flew round and round Overwhelmed with excitement Flying round the room She saw another outside Settling on the window sill She wondered how that would feel

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Ronald Kent

Date: 8/9/2016 6:17:00 AM

Loved the write, I lost a quaker parrot like that.

Laura Hay
Date: 8/10/2016 6:37:00 AM

Thank you Ronald! :)

Paul Callus

Date: 8/9/2016 5:32:00 AM

This bird has just had the first taste of freedom; now it's tempted to have it all! This could be quite a metaphor, Laura. ~ Warm regards // paul

Laura Hay
Date: 8/10/2016 6:50:00 AM

Thank you Paul! This poem is about freedom in many different ways inlcuding as you describe, but also to remind ones self that life has a lot offer and that there are always opportunities, one thing can lead to the another. Warm regards :)