Indigo Bird
The bluest that I’ve ever seen
Was on a little road
Where flying up to a tree
His colors really showed
Slowly driving by
He was as if the sky
With his catch in his beak
A little dragon fly
On the boughs of the tree
He searched the spot known good
Waiting some and there at ease
On sunny afternoons
He went on and on
Flying up and down
Searching always carefully
For the meals he found
The bird watchers there with me
All agreed it was true
No other prettier bird could be
In the neighborhood
And when the evening came
He chose a nightly perch
Waiting for the light of day
When again he could search