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A Picture of My Island Life

Poem: Injured Bird
By Juliet Nile Mitchell Moubayed
9 years 6 months old (grade 5)

Tweet, tweet, fly up high,
up high into the rainbow dazzling sky.
We all knew that when you awoke
we would not hear a sound, not even a croak.

Your little round green eyes moved with your tiny
brown wings
as the sun shone behind your head.

The next morning sun arose
And so did a little red rose.
I picked it and lay it beside your wing
hoping when you found it you would sing.

Every day I came to your nest,
but one day you were in a deep rest.
I tried to wake you, I tried so hard
But we had to bury you in the backyard.

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