Before I knew it the sun had come, I had been outside before it decided to arise; I watched the blue bird.
The blue bird was up before everything else Rose before the sun, It pecked at the ground as I sipped my tea
It pulled out a worm and went away I went inside and thought, “I wish I could be a bird. So free and elegant, a nomad of the sky.”
Before I knew it, I was up before the sun, I went on my way with my instincts leading me, I went to a grassy area and stood there. I watched an odd man take a sip from his cup. I pecked the ground and punctured the dirt. I found the worm that was buried inside. The man looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.
I flew away to my branch and thought, “I wish I was human, so powerful, they never have to worry about food, Or a place to live. They get to stay in one spot and never have to leave.”
This poem is about perspective, this piece reminds me of Richard Cory in a way.