The Blue Bird

 I awake under a tree,

it's leaves swaying in the breeze.

A hum sounds to my left,

and I follow it with glee.

And there it is,

perched on a branch,

staring down at me.

My Blue Bird.


It chirps,

and lands atop my shoulder.

I pat it's feathers,

then say my goodbyes.

I have to leave her,

I have to go,

but in my heart,

she will always be there.

The End

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