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.