Written by Emily Harstone | March 29, 2017
If only I were a penguin.
Bird to good home. Never sings.
Puff! Puff .. Baby Puffin it is!
Thinking of Hannah Baker. So young.
“Not yet,” he said. “Not yet.”
No mother, I won’t be back.
He walked slowly, huffin’ and puffin’.
My momma Tucan, my papa Penquin.
Animated bird arrives in real world…
He worried the young would starve.
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If only I were a penguin.
Bird to good home. Never sings.
Puff! Puff .. Baby Puffin it is!
Thinking of Hannah Baker. So young.
“Not yet,” he said. “Not yet.”
No mother, I won’t be back.
He walked slowly, huffin’ and puffin’.
My momma Tucan, my papa Penquin.
Animated bird arrives in real world…
He worried the young would starve.