wings

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​there once was a bird who had a nest
in a safe and sturdy pine tree.

one day, a storm brought a little egg
to the bird's nest - it opened,
and emerged: a wriggling, chirping ball
of wings and silky feathers.

this little bird began to fly,
and the bird would go along.
as the little bird learned to fly farther,
the bird flew farther too;

one day, the bird realized the pair
had flown farther
than the bird
had ever flown alone.

the bird's parent would often visit
and comment on how happy
the little bird had made the bird;
the little bird had brought sunshine
to the nest in the safe, sturdy pine tree.

one day, the little bird
was little no longer,
but a bird
​with a nest all their own;
to the bird, and the bird's parent,
they would always be a little bird,
because the title was never about stature.
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and the nest
in the safe and sturdy pine tree
would always be home to the once little bird,
no matter how far away
​they found themselves flying.

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