Little

bird blue

looking up

at the stars,

“How I wish

I could fly,

fly high

touch

the twinkling lights,”

she hoped.

 

Little

bird blue

gazing

across

the meadow,

“How I wish

I could

frolic on

the sweet

green grass,

taste

the first

dew drop,”

she prayed.

 

Little

bird blue

stealing glances

at other

birds,

“How I wish

I could

soar with them

towards the

mountains,

towards

the falls,”

she yearned.

 

Little

bird blue

all day

she dreams

of things

she’ll never have

inside

her house,

all shiny

and big.