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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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