Mr. Bluebird stopped by today.
He landed closer than usual
and that was that:
I was his.
The song that he sang was a song
I had never heard sung before;
His small lungs pushing out a gift,
it seemed, destined for me.
I had no time to properly
thank him before he vanished
in a flash of blue and white.
How altruistic, Mr. Bluebird.
