Bids her ComeA Poem by Cherrie PalmerPerched on the edge, I see her feathered skirt ruffle. With an outstretched neck the little bird leans into uncertainty. Until the tiny zephyr bids her come. © 2024 Cherrie PalmerReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 1, 2024 Last Updated on May 1, 2024 AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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