The Nest
Kristen, Age 15, Santa Clara, CA

This is a short story
Of a boy led astray
By a bird who flew by the lorry.
It was empty and lay
Quite far away
In a quarry where shadows play.
The place was dreary,
Rather dark and gray.
And he was weary
The long way
Suddenly hoary
And fey.
But he climbed up a storey
And saw a small spray
Of twigs, wound up in a cranny,
Where sat the bird, who then flew away.

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