Blue birds singing so sweetly and gay
Perching on the branches as they sway
Bright sky and cool breeze greet the day
As the hideous dark clouds fade away.
Blue birds, blue birds they’re everywhere
Chirping happily without a care
I think there’s one under the stairs
Looking content, dignified…unaware.
Blue birds dearest how lovely you are
Just by watching I’m struck by awe
Your voice, your moves keep me enthrall
Like a professional prima donna.
Blue birds, blue birds what more can I say
Neither am I Tennyson nor Chaucer, sad to say
But in my modest and humble way
You’re an exquisite creature, my nearly blue jay!
Aiza@Life is Such