Monday, 12 September 2016

Poem by Mea

A Little Bird
A little bird flew up to me,
He thought I was his mother,
I said “go be free,”
But then I saw his brother,
I ran to him but hurt my knee,

And then I saw another.

By Mea


  1. Dear Mea. It's me Faith your buddy.I really love your poem.How did you think of that good idea?

  2. Thanks for the comment Faith. I came up with the idea when I saw a bird fly past the window.