Little Blue Bird

part one in a series of poems I did about birds. Inspired by my name I guess haha

 

A little song bird sitting on the tree

I hear someone singing

And it isn’t me

I fly to find

 Who is singing along

A little blue bird is sitting on the tree

He is such a good singer

And so much prettier then me.

My feathers look so worn

And he looks so new                 

Will I become a blue bird?

Will I be beautiful too?

I land next to him

And he continues his song

Barely noticing me

But I knew that all along.

A little brown bird

Will never catch the eye

Of the little blue bird

As blue as the sky. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hi]

Very nice. Short and descritive. Keep up the good work!