Literary Junky’s Hometown

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