A baby bird thought…
Wings are such curious things
I have some right here
They move up and down
And they are lighter than air
I’ll try them one day
I’ll lift them and say
Take me to places beyond
Where I’ve always been
One day I will be
Curious enough to try
To let myself fly
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
Annette Rochelle Aben 
I LOVED this, Annette. Well done! 😘
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Thanks, Colleen! ❤
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Great poem Annette. Keep working on flying. When I was in my 20’s I had some out of body experiences when I was asleep, it felt and looked like I was flying. And I was not on drugs.
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That is so cool! I know things like that can and do happen. 🙂 Thank you for the encouragement my remarkable friend!! ❤
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Brilliant!
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Thank you, Robbie! Perhaps you can make a chocolate baby bird. Maybe you already have. ❤
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This is lovely Annette 🙂
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Thank you, Miss.Judy! ❤
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I like! I like! Not every poet can get into the mind of a baby bird!!
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Maybe each of us has been that baby bird at one time or another…. ❤
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hmmmmm, point made.
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