Take Flight

The bird lands on the log,

another lands next to it,

you watch  as a third joins in,

they flutter around,

playing a game on the log,

the littelst falls off,

the other two stop,

they look down at the little bird,

one flys down to join it,

soon the third joins,

they soon get up,

and flutter away,

into the rising sun.

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