#lemerickcontest

Image source   Up in the air she patrols,  Scouting for the right moment to catch soles.  She marks her target.  Going in for the kill and dives,  Piercing her beak like knives.

Free and beautiful , have you been created. When the cold came you migrated. As I miss your morning cheer, I remember and tear. As the blanket of snow disappears , Your sweet and melodious tone reappears.

image source  I’m the king of the street,  I can move my feet To the hustler's beat.  I bring in the bread,  Because I know how to tread.  I live deep in the city,  And take

image source    she was colorful and bright   her beauty was such a sight   I was mesmerized at her flight   It was her might      That captivated