In response to Bartholomew Barker’s Origami prompt in Living Poetry.
Grandfather say
to fold this way
one two three
let’s your bird free
I tried and I tried
but a bird I was denied
instead into my hand
a crooked star did land
Grandfather say
mine supposed to be that way
what is to some a bird on the fly
are to others bright stars in the sky
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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