Page 5 - The Bear and The bird Cage 14th November 2017

With feathers so

As time moved on, shinny and white,

this baby bird grew, It made her mother

and grew some more. fear, and nurse

Until one day she flew a deep hidden

far from the forest floor. fright.

‘For what if she fell

and was hurt like me?

And she injured her wing

and could never fly free?’