Monday, November 27, 2017

It could be verse


A little blue bird and a little blue word,

each hungry and real as the other,

each with a mother, each with a father,

one with a feather, out in the weather,

the other together with heather and leather and twine;

yes, one with a feather, out in the weather,

the other the color of sky,

singing, Fly, bird, fly!



3 comments:

*** said...

Vell, yes, dah-ling. Zings cood alvays be verse.

...but less likely since learning to fly ~ ~ ~



Thanks for this rhythmic, indigo song to brighten our day.


Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed very much on this fine blue morning.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Donna and Anthony. Sometimes I wonder about these things written in the foggy dark with the streetlights on. Then again, some might say I’m always in the dark when I write. But the feeling is light. And your response is as bright as the day.