The bird:
Those kids were playing with the bird.
Didn't they hear the teacher's word?
The poor little thing.
And his wings.
Were being hurt.
Like it was about to burst.
By those foolish kids.
Who I want to get rid.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
