Flight
Sitting quietly upon a tree For the whole world to see When falls from her tail, a feather And someone starts to chase her So now she has to flee Gathering up her courage She flies over a cottage Smiling over her beak With the sun at it's peak She finds another place to settle This kind of poetry is called a limerick. This is the second time I wrote a limerick. Find out more: What is a Limerick My First Limerick I wrote this poem when I was in Fatima Fertilizer Company for a week.