Canary
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Peta Lewis, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2006
On top of the chimney,
With the pile of leaves,
I lost my canary,
Because of the breeze.
It flew over the chook pen,
Then into the barn.
My canary is lucky,
It’s still on the farm.
I rushed to its hiding place
Where it was guarded by a cow.
My canary will have to wait,
I can’t get it now.