My Friend With Imagination


Hello, little bird.
How are you?
Just fine, is what he replied.
To me, he looked so happy;
I wondered how he felt inside.
I see you fluff your feathers and sing-
Does it make you glad?
Being warm and trilling a melody, he sighed.
It helps me not to feel sad.
Oh, I returned,
Are you a little blue?
No, he insisted and asked,
How about you?
I am quite well, thank you, I said.
May I listen for a while?
My, my, of course, he replied.
I think I saw him smile.
He perked up, chirped up, and trilled me a song.
What a great sound,
What a great feeling-

I think it's what we both were needing.

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