Question

write a self made poem on bird​

Answer 1

Explanation:

A bird came down the walk,

He did not know I saw;

He bit an angleworm in halves

And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew

From a convenient grass,

And then hopped sidewise to the wall

To let a beetle pass.

Answer 2

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The once esteemed beauty

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.He is just another fallen object,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.He is just another fallen object,Lying on the forest floor…

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.He is just another fallen object,Lying on the forest floor…The little bird, as he dies,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.He is just another fallen object,Lying on the forest floor…The little bird, as he dies,Looks up at the blue skies,

The once esteemed beautyOf his golden feathers,Are now washed away,By the rain and awful weather,His wings are bent and broken;He can barely fly,The eagle-like heart he once had,Is now beginning to die.No one looks up to this bird anymore.He is just another fallen object,Lying on the forest floor…The little bird, as he dies,Looks up at the blue skies,And no one even stops to cry.

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