The Singing Bluebird
There he sat this morning
Just beneath my window still
Whilst the spring sun rising
Held the world
Ever so still
He looked inside my curtains
Perched up high
Within the tree
And then without a moments glance
He sung his song to me
There were no words just...
Humming
And I knew the tune so well
What a way to start the day
This feeling, I could tell
He, midway song stopped carefully
The sun peeked through the clouds
And morning walkers came below
In dribs.. And drabs...
Then crowds
They scared his blessed cotton socks
That sat within my tree
And sang just one more snippet
Before flying off from me
I smiled..
I could not help it
For he sounded ever sweet
Amongst the hustle and the bustle
Of mornings on my street
And glad I am for such a chance
His sweet song I shall borrow
A little song to hum today
Until I hear his wings
Tomorrow
By brown_linda
© 2010 brown_linda
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