Chirpy the Fledgling (the whole story)

One morning I heard the sound of wings flapping. †
And I found a fledgling in the garden. †
It was a wild but friendly little bird. †
Surprisingly, I caught it so easily. †
And I named the fledgling Chirpy. †
I didnít know what kind of bird it was. †
Chirpy was just learning how to fly. †
I walked around with Chirpy for a while. †
The fledgling wasnít afraid of me. †
I tried to put Chirpy back in the garden, †
But the birdie didnít want to go away. †
It kept clinging to my right hand. †
The next morning Chirpy was on the veranda. †
And at the end of the day, it flew away.
Written by PittinixDesigns
Published | Edited 18th May 2024
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