Saturday, May 3, 2014

The Chickadee in the Desert

We call alarm when we fly through Heaven
We are often called the magnificant  seven
What do we look like you might ask
We are the little one's  wearing a mask

Now I look at the sunrise far away
And wonder where I'd like to go
While this place is not long to stay
At least it's not full of snow

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