Blue bird


On rare summer days
I see a rare summer bird
That’s blue and gold and gray
It chirps, flutters and mocks
Distracts me from my day

Like life’s very own messenger
Keen on teaching me a lesson
It only appears on those golden summer days
When the light mocks my pain
Or hides beneath the gutters on those cold stormy dawns
When my happiness cannot be rained away

And each time I am reminded
In a way that is both so cruel and so kind
The next time I see that little blue bird
Times, they will have changed

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