The swallow flew up in the sky -
This is the end...
The time to say the last goodbye
To Tiny's feathery friend...
He was a joy, he was a king,
Of her underground world,
But here we go,
Just one blink,
And his view will melt, like snow..
He was so brief:
"I know, it hurts,
But wind is getting harsh!
And yellow are the grass and leaves,
And brown is the marsh!
And Tiny stood,
Her smile was mild,
Her posture, stoop and weak,
She gave him cereal and drink,
And said: "I'll wait till spring!"
The swallow got into the air,
But out of the blue,
He made a loop in sweet despair
And said: "I'll fly with you!"
Illustration by Б.А.Дехтерев
A Fantasy, Based on Thumberlina
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2020
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