I run to my mother,
I tell her about my little blue bird,
but she does not believe me.
She says there's no such things as a wonderous bird,
I tell my sister,
she listens carefully,
and only nods when I pause.
She's different than my mother.
We go to find the bird in the woods,
we look around the tree where I awoke.
But there's no sign of her,
the only thing we find is a small blue feather.