As a matter of fact, I say it’s all true
She was black that day that I was blue
she came from nowhere on this lonely day
The thorn bird wasn't there
And then she came my way
I didn't know of the thorn bird
But then somehow, I did
She glided in and settled on the sill
She fluttered about and then she sat still
Her dark eyes were knowing
With a sparkly shine
I knew she was free
I felt she was kind
This beautiful morning, this glorious day
The thorn bird made me happy
And then she just
Flew away
That day I was blue
The thorn bird was black
I say it’s all true
As a matter of fact !
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2017 06:14
- Category: Fantasy
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Great metaphor!
Thank you WBL I appreciate the read!
Very goodwrite, birds do have the ability to bring cheer.
yes they do I love to hear them sing!
Great write
Gracias me amigo!
An act of kindness from amongst the thorns. Nicely done.
Thank you Augustus glad you got the point?
you're fluttering you poetry skills at birds again. a good way to pull my friend. well done willyweed.
yes Kevin this one is for the birds?
Thankjs WILLY we all have THORN BIRDS (and BLUE JAYS & CARDINALS etc) that flit in and out of our lives. I always accept what such transient Birds have to offer ~ but I am always sad when they fly out of my life ! Yours BRIAN
I thought I thaw a puddy cat?
A coincidence or a messenger of hope, sent to lift the spirits? Nature has a way of setting us back onto the path of happiness. Of turning a blue day into a beautiful one. Loved this poem - Phil A.
Thank You Phil, I appreciate it. WW
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