A little bluebird came by sound
And why it was I did not know,
But after time, talk, looking around…
I thought I thought it through.

I did not know it, but this house
Was the sort with birds about.
So it goes,that this bird throws
This thinker for a think about.

A friend of mines touching sketch of a Bluebird.

I’ve been recently interested in writing children’s poetry, so a couple days ago I was unusually in the mood to writing something happy, and this happened.

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