THE LITTLE BIRD AND ME.

THE LITTLE BIRD AND ME.

The little bird called for rain,
Singing out incessantly.
Clouds formed, raindrops fell,
As if in answer to his plea.
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It brought a peaceful feeling,
As rain spattered on the ground.
I felt solitude surround me,
Such as I had never found.
~
I felt like writing poetry,
So I tried it once again.
I picked up my old notebook
And inked my favorite pen.



12/01/11