Blue Bird on a Cold Morning
By anonymous
bluebird lifts himself off the ground with only few gusts of wing strength
drawn up by a puppeteers string to land a flimsy branch
it sags down with the weight
of blue belly
but springs back with a vigor often found only in saturday morning looneytoons
I can see his eye
appraises me through cold glass window
before he shows his wingspan
and floats away
at a faster speed than seems natural