Ostrich

It was always my little birdy dream to cross the road.  The chickens did it, so too should the Ostriches.  But people out here don’t pay attention to the crosswalk paint. 

I nearly got killed by a car.

So I stuck to the sidewalks.  But some lady with a stroller drove over my tail 

(I lost my favorite feather).

Then a bike hit my head.  And l lost my brain.

So I took to air to escape those people.  And I flew.

 I FLEW! With my underdeveloped wings!

Right smack into an airplane. 

And now, quite frankly, I’m nude.

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