Yellow Bird

There is a little yellow bird sitting on a white pickett fence with tall purple flowers around it in the middle of a meadow...

Sitting perched upon the fence

Yellow and aware of his aberrance

Oblivious to the world well known

Living its life in the middle of his own

 

In the heart of pure confusion

People numbering about a billion

Out in the heart of wilderness

Sitting upon the white picket defense

 

Dark trees surround the cool breeze

Purple flowers align the boundaries

Upon one of the pieces of wood

There on that this bird has stood

 

Just what has he experienced?

When did he become so distanced?

All alone this bird may seem

Lonely is the one thing he may not be

 

 

Reviews

[Mistral Bilgera]

ah, lucky little yellow bird, unaware of the hardships we, human beings, experience.
magnificent little poem! very good insight and observation. states hoe despite every benefits human has, we can still be more miserable than the lower forms of life like the yellow bird.

going straight to favorites! :)

[Artur]

so nice written, bravo
świetnie napisane
gratuluje!

[HeavensAngel]

The feelings expressed in this write is true, very poignant. May God bless you.

HeavensAngel

[D.L. Simmons]

so intriguing. I'd love to know how this one came about, lovely :)