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The small blue bird

always perched very near to

 her older, more experienced friend on the power line 

Whenever a storm brewed up a strong wind

she leaned heavily against her protector

She had no awareness of her own weight

until the dark, foreboding, day she was pushed away

causing a hard fall onto the rocky road

which rendered her unable to fly

From that day on, she stayed

alone in the brush, never to see

her dear, feathered, companion again

The little blue bird often wondered if

on that tragic day

 her strong friend had merely collapsed

 from the exhaustion

of holding steady on that wire

 

 

 

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