
I am a juvenile Eastern Phoebe
You can tell by my plumage.
My head is brown and my tummy,
Is the color of a light cheddar fromage.
(Note from Heather, my French coach who says: "The note [on your poem] has to be that your French coach is cringing at the poem. Also, having said that, the French do treat their Rhymes in poetry more loosely than we do... They actually have varying degrees of rhyming.")
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