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I
I once found a little bird with a wounded wing,
It hid in my room, from a broken window, lurking.
With gentle hands I gave it a home,
and promised health and shelter to call its own.
II
It sang choruses of pleasant mornings,
I woke up from its beautiful chirpings.
It flapped its wings to show that it wanted to be,
out into the world to become wild and free.
III
I cherished all those sweet memories we had,
watching it dance, made my heart feel glad.
Its strength grew back and feathers formed,
with my able and loving hands, I adorned.
IV
I held it so weak, for five days and six weeks,
now, with tough flapping wings, its blue colored streaks
I opened the cage, this brave bird quickly flew,
set wild and free, my little bird called Sue.
V
I walked around the garden as I do everyday,
but something caught my eye on the soil today.
The little bird I once knew, lay lifeless on the ground,
Free as can be, nevermore earthbound.
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