Flight

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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.

Comments

  1. Salman Asif Siddiqui15 June 2014 at 21:06

    WOW, what an imagination!

    Looking forward to read your next poems.

    Your baba,

    Salman.

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  2. Unknown26 June 2014 at 14:02

    Your Limerick is so so so nice

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  3. Azka Javeria28 June 2014 at 01:12

    Beautiful! Simple and Sweet! You are a true poet.

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  4. Kenza7 July 2014 at 13:51

    Nice limerick! I love the way you've added another paragraph. It makes it more challenging, yet interesting! :D

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