By Jackie Kay
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Abdullah likes this poem
That is shy to be read.
He watched it open its paper wings
And spin, landing on his head.
Abdullah buried his head in his hands,
But still the poem fluttered like a butterfly
Across his ears, in front of his dark eyes.
Around the room Abdullah was in.
By now Abdullah had fallen in
Love with words, with birds that are poems
And poems that are birds – and so
The little poem flew anew blushing, singing.