One day I saw a flash of blue
Hey, I thought, that’s something new!
I saw it again, now a dot of green
It hovered for a moment, then hid unseen.
I think it came from Varthur lake
The contaminated fish are putting birds’ lives at stake.
Buildings are coming up on the shore
There’s no room for birds any more.
It stood alone in my garden every week
With never any food in its beak.
Then one day, I found it dead
My balcony floor was its death bed.
I wondered, is this bird the same?
The lakeside builders – they’re to blame!
Alas! Its soul will now depart
With a troubled mind and a broken heart.
by Freya S,
Grade 3A
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