Cinquain
Bird
Blue White
Flying Chirping Soaring
Watching from the window
Child
Haiku
In the early morning light
Sits a blue jay waking me
Hearing their chirping
Makes me want to sing along
A song without words
Angles call from the tree tops
Nature at its prime
Childs Poem
Yellow Bird
Leads the Heard
Ready to lay
Down by the bay
Dads watch from the sky
Flying oh so very high
These are just a little too simplistic, with some odd word choice clearly motivated by trying to force the rhyme.
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