The Mystery Of Morning Tea
I had yummy morning tea.
A bird flew to a tree beside me.
The bird flew around the corner.
I chased the speedy foreigner.
To me the bird is annoying.
The bird was full of prying.
His wings shove tons of bugs.
And he ate lots of slugs.
I hope that bird next time
won’t be so mean.
This bird loves to
keep his feathers clean.
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My poem Reflection
I have been learning to write narrative poems.
I got better at making my narrative poems longer by adding detail.
Next time I will focus on different ideas so my poem has more interesting detail.