What Would It Be Like To Be A Bird? - Poem by Pete Crowther
What would it be like to be a bird?
Flying through the air.
Gliding so beautifully I just have to stop and stare.
Baby birds learning to fly,
Finally flying up so high.
Sleeping at night under mother bird's wing,
Snug and warm waking up to sing.
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