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