Silver Bird

An old poem. Thought I'd better blog it!

The Silver Bird

I was sitting on my balcony,

Feeding Ruby, my bunny;

I heard a voice

I wanted to explore it.

As I had no choice

I went to the forest like garden,

She was there by the birdbath.

Singing a sweet song

About what’s right and wrong

She was the Silver Bird

I went to grab her,

But instantly, she flew.

Her color was matching the sky’s hue.

This was grey!

She flew so fast that before blinking…

She was gone.

I still don’t know where she is.

Yet, I hear her sweet song,

About what is right and wrong.

She truly was the Silver Bird!