THE WIND BIRDS
Small birds cannot fly when the wind is fierce.
Bigger birds likewise.
But some skim along with ease.
Faster than you can blink your eyes.
They are the wind birds.
They number three.
A sister and two brothers.
One is Jolly, and one is Jim, and the other is Zachary.
I pray for a storm tonight, sang Jolly.
She was so excited.
She flapped her wings and stomped her feet.
She was so delighted.
It does look grim, Jim chirped in.
Those clouds look sour and frightening.
And the wind sounds mean, like a mean machine.
I hope we get to ride it.
It’s just not fair, cried Zachary.
Only gales can take us home.
I once hit a cyclone, chirped Jim again.
I ended up all alone.
We found you well, sang Jolly.
Without a broken bone.
Beneath a bridge on a red-bricked ledge.
And then we took you home.
And the hurricane? wailed Zachary.
Remember? it took me so high.
Up and up it took me.
And I began to cry.
Oh, Zac, sang Jolly, you wound up safe.
Alone In a beautiful tree.
You would still be there in your despair.
if not for Jim and me.
Now brothers dear, Jolly did cheer.
The wind has begun to moan.
So we must fly and ride its back.
And it shall take us home.
So late at night when the wind roars outside.
You know there will be three.
A sister and two brothers.
Wind birds that you can never see.
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