A beautiful blue bird, Landed so softly on the redwood, Back deck rail, A grayish body, with black, white, and blue markings, From its head to the tail. A very strong tough bird to survive, The changing weather, and environment, Even though they look so frail. A background of nature, all a dark green, as far as I can see, As I look out my window, to the west, Across the old pond, There are a few brown branches, On a dying ash tree.