Migration time is here again,
But Puff’s too fat to fly.
All her other relatives,
Take off and wave goodbye.
Left alone and keeping warm,
Puff hibernates in snow.
She flaps her wings and hides her beak,
And feeds on worms below.
Darkness creeps across the land,
As wolves sniff out their pry.
Puff holds her breath until they’ve past,
She thinks they’ve gone away.
Suddenly a growl is heard,
Throughout the midnight sky.
Puff knows she doesn’t stand a chance,
If only she could fly.
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