Morning Bird

part two in my series of bird poems. The last one too.

 

Sweet little morning bird

Flies the skies alone.

Singing his song

So far away from home.

He is so blue

He is so true

Yet no one seems to love him

Like he wants them too.

Poor little blue bird

Always sits alone

Never really resting

Never really home.

Poor little blue bird

Sing for me again.

I will love you dearly                  

I will be a friend.

Sweet morning bird

Forgotten by the world.

Singing your song

Hoping to be heard. 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think :)

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Wow this is simply amazing!
The flow, how one line would trail off, then the two following it would quicken the pace~ Ah! It was wonderful! Much like the lulling song of the bluebird.
My favourite lines were
"Yet no one seems to love him

Like he wants them too."
Although, in that same line, did you mean "to" with only one o? Simple mistake, if that's what it is. =]
Great write!

[Alice]

That was really pretty.
It just flows so well and the words really paint an image in my mind of this little bird.
Love it :)

[StoryTailor]

Sweet. Very sweet. How else can I describe this? It was marvelously perfect... perfectly marvelous. No... I just can't find the words. It was a fantastic poem, that much for sure...