Part II

The family of the Avian Con

got over-excited at his find

hopping around in their lair of twigs

with others of their kind

I was grabbed by a claw

talons long and black

and fell down when the thief

started fighting back!

I fell from the nest and fell from the air

through more bracken i would tear

away from those brigands, i was aware

and then at that moment, i had landed there

I had fallen from height

and at such great speed,

it left me in a bit of a muddle.

Still, the Suns rays make me quite colourful

as I sit here in this puddle.




The End

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