One sole warrior
keeps watch over all the other birdies.
He ruffles his feathers, sticks his leg out,
and pulls it back in.
He turns his head to and fro
and surveys the land.
A little chippy bird tries his luck and lands
near.
The warrior spreads his wings
as he glides
from branch to branch.
Three hops before he makes his break for
the sun.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
One sole warrior
keeps watch over all the other birdies.
He ruffles his feathers, sticks his leg out,
and pulls it back in.
He turns his head to and fro
and surveys the land.
A little chippy bird tries his luck and lands
near.
The warrior spreads his wings
as he glides
from branch to branch.
Three hops before he makes his break for
the sun.
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