“What would you want to be?”
He asked me, drifting off to sleep.
“I would be a flying horse, like Pegasus,” I replied.
“I would be a little bird,” he said as his eyes were
closing,
“That can go into tiny places and find things
And take my treasure home.
I would be red with a bright yellow belly
And find gold and other hidden treasures.
Then my master could sell them
And buy my food that I would eat.”
-jenn long
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