The Penguin - Poem by Kaitlyn Ash
White. All around is white. We live in big groups. We love to slide everywhere we go. We all stay close together when it's cold. As we walk, our little orange feet crunch on the hard ground. Killer whales are our worst fear. We are the only birds who can fly. Under water, that is. We are Penguins.
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