Blake's Poem

As a bird sat in its nest he heard a group of men coming to catch them so he flew through snowy skies of wind and he thought someone was watching him so he got distracted and flew right into a tree. And he thought, what were those men doing? A gooey sap fell off the tree above him, it shimmered like moonlight but he was just dreaming. He realised he had a broken wing and he was cold, shivering and freezing, he was trying to fly and he kept failing. He heard footsteps through the snow, he tried to fly but they caught him, he bit through the net onto a frozen lake as he slipped and fell into the icy waters and slipped underneath the waves, he took a breath and hood underneath the frozen water. As it was day that turned into night, he was laying on the ice there were mice limping in the snow. Oh no, cried the bird as the men walked away, the bird's wing was nearly all frozen. After he was crying for help, one of the mice came to help, but the mice couldn't because they were too small. As the mice limped away, like an injured penguin his heart was broken, he waddled to a tree with a hill of snow surrounding it he sat there in the snow like a fluffy pillow.