BLUE BIRD
Everyone stared at the pretty
bright blue bird on the power line.
Pedestrians pointed and cars stopped.
You could hear it’s cheerful melody.
It raised it’s wings and walked
three feet of the wire prepping for
takeoff. Suddenly, it burst into flames
and hit the ground as a black bird.
The day resumed…but not for the bird.








You summed up life very neatly in this piece.
🙏
Thanks Peter.
Oh man it burst into flames. Walked three feet then it was over. Life is short
You never know when it’s your time.
“Blackbird (can’t) Fly” 🎵🎵
“Into the light of the dark black night”
black and blue – a wonderful color combo
Life gets like that.
It’s a good poem, I like it. Awesome imagery and like Peter said, you summed it up perfectly.
A whole story told in such a short space. Very thought provoking.