sometimes bluebirds come in the guise of a voice from a distant friend
cheer-up, cheerily
sleepy, waking from my dream, i was surprised
by two bluebirds coming through my open window.
they sang, cheer-up, cheerily, even though
that is the robin's song, they sang, cheer-up, cheerily.
and i did, and i stretched and yawned and rose
and we sang a pretty song, and danced around the room,
light of foot and heart, and they held up my bluest dress
and helped tie the bow in the back, and sang cheer-up, cheerily.
but then a dark cloud hid the sun, and the dark cloud
spoke meanly and wickedly and i was a-shiver,
but the bluebirds said don't be frightened of what can't hurt you,
cheer-up, cheerily, and i did, and the cloud went away in a puff.
then we heard a knock on the door. who could that be?
who's there? we said, and a voice, thick and gruff, said,
let me in little pig! we looked at each other in amazement
and said loudly, there are no pigs here, and the voice said,
let me in, or i'll huff and i'll puff and i'll blow the house down,
and we said, good luck with that, and laughed,
because we aren't frightened by things that can't harm us.
the moral of the story may be obvious, listen to bluebirds.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 23:41
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