Sunday, September 18, 2011

Long ago in the Caspian Seas 
Perched high on a rock in a windy breeze
With nothing to see for miles around
A single egg on a nest was found.
Pen and pencil crayons
Then all of a sudden with a shuffle and shake
The crest of the egg began to crack and break
And in the minutes just after dawn
All alone, the organiser bird was born.
Pen and pencil crayons

After some few hours alone in the nest
The organiser bird became increasingly stressed
With nothing in sight from the sea to the sky
The lonesome birth could not help but cry.

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