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The Bird Queen
The bird sat on her throne.
But secretly she cried because she was all alone.
The bird flew over the wall.
Her subjects cried because they knew she would fall.
For she had never flown.
Because she had always stayed at home.
A great gust of win come out of the air
and suddenly she had never felt so scared.
She felt it pulling her down.
And suddenly she hit the ground.
Bloodied and bruised.
Her eyes watered.
Is this what it meant to truly be alone?
She laid there for what seemed like forever.
Her thick wings covering her like a sweater.
Some footsteps went by.
The bird. she squeaked, she crowed, she cried.
It was a cat.
It picked her up by the mouth.
The bird knew this was her death.
She was let go.
She screamed
She fell on something nice and warm.
And suddenly her wings were get wrapped.
No longer bleeding or bruised.
It was the cat.
And the cat snuggled up right next to her.
Pulled her closer and gave her a hug.
Is this what it meant to be truly loved?