I run to my mother,

I tell her about my little blue bird,

but she does not believe me.

She says there's no such things as a wonderous bird,

who loves.


I tell my sister,

she listens carefully,

and only nods when I pause.

She's different than my mother.

She believes.


We go to find the bird in the woods,

we look around the tree where I awoke.

But there's no sign of her,

the only thing we find is a small blue feather.

The End

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