Little blue bird
why do you sing?
Little blue bird
where do you fly?
Do you fly from tree to tree?
Are you still looking for your home?
Little blue bird
do you fly home?
Little blue bird
is home the reason you sing?
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It should be known that I hate birds. It is partly out of fear and partly is because I think at least fowl and larger birds are evil. I can handle smaller birds and can stand pet birds, like cockatiels. Roosters, swans, and geese are not okay in my book.
I have had a few negative run-ins with birds in my life. The first one I remember is the swan that attacked me and my now step-sister.
Until I was 10 I lived across the street from my uncles’ pig farm. They also had goats and chickens. I would always go over there and one day I went with my step-sister.
We went into the goat’s area. It was a fenced in patch of land that was a bit rocky, but grass still grew.
I did not realize that a swan made a nest and laid eggs in the grass, until I got too close. The swan chased my step-sister and me. We scrambled up some rocks, since we could not get back to the gate. There was a thorny bush on the other side of the fence. There was a short argument about leaping the fence, since we would be jumping into the thorns. The evil swan was ready to attack, but no major injuries occurred. I believe we jumped the fence or one of my uncles came to chase the bird away.
I want to say my uncle chased away the massive bird with a shovel in hand, but I can only remember the terror of the swan’s attack with its flapping wings and the feeling of being trapped.
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A few months ago I tried to challenge myself with writing every type of poetry. I think I wrote about 5 poems for that challenge. I just looked back and did not see them labeled as specific poems and it was over 6 months ago. That being said I decided to start this challenge again. This time I will tell you the type and the definition of it. I will be using ShadowPoetry.com  as my poetic dictionary and list.
The first poem is:
Abecedarian Poem
Each line builds with a successive letter in the alphabet. Also referred to as an alphabet poem
A new day starts
Bright is the sun
Cascading light into my room
Do you hear the birds
Echoing in the distance?
Far away are the sounds
Gathering of the morning life
Happy little far away birds
I hear them as the sun cascades light
Just as I wake in the morning.
Kindly they sing me awake
Lovingly the chirp in the distance
Morning has come and I am at peace
Night is no more
Opening my eyes I can see the daylight
Peace washes over me with the bright light of morning.
Quieting the distant birds in my ears
Raising my hope for the new day
Staying in bed
Tangled in blankets
Unwilling to move from my peaceful state.
Very hopeful that my peace will stay
Waiting for reality to set in
X-ing out the dreams in my head
Youth seems to leave me
Zeal for the morning drifts away as the birds fly.
Wow X was hard to do and I wish I woke up like that.
A bird can do everything,
Fly, give happiness
In joyfully knowing life more
Near open ponds,
Quiet rivers,
Steady trees,
Undiscovered valleys,
Without xing young zoos