Question

I was on a hill, within a garden still. as I rest upon the nest of a bird the size of a car, Even so I did not wail for there was no time to yell. I sat back down and took a breath and studying my surrounding abit. while I looked for abit something went and bit my lip I yelp in pain because it was in vain that there was the baby birds, already out and asking for gain. to be feed there children is a mother's call the momma bird caws as I saw her..spilt me in to.. and the world faded away.

Answer 1

is that a poem or smthing?

Answer 2

yeah somewhat

Answer 3

it was suppose to be a story, then I use it as a poem aswell

Answer 4

I think its good. gj

Answer 5

thank you

Answer 6

np. u should do another one ^^

Answer 7

maybe

Answer 8

Sounds depressing

Answer 9

Sounds good, keep it up pookie