Last year's spring came warm and early To the Algarve… Long legged sheep Grazed on deep green; lambs, with Blue eyes and whiter than the woolly Clouds that drifted across an azure sky Baaed. Yes, for some truly a beginning To remember Three, fledglings sat on the edge of their Nest, flapped their wings tried to fly Cheered on by a mother who was tired of Feeding them. Two flew simultaneously and Landed safely on the ground, a dangerous World for them, chirped and flew to safety On the nearest branch of an olive tree. The third one hesitated long, than flew Too far and landed in an ocean of a rain Pool where it quickly drowned; a feathery Fluff on muddy brown. Its mother swooped Low across the pond and sorrowful thrilled, An elegy, while nature hummed a song of Ever lasting love.Birth sign: Scorpio
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