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Sunday, December 2, 2012

The Only Lonely Bluebird

The only lonely bluebird who never sang a song

To any lady new bird who might wander along

He sat upon his perch and watched through sun and stormy weather

And when it rained it hid the tears that trickled down his feathers

His parents both were bluebirds but somehow he knew

To love there must be two birds instead of one so blue

He watched the pairs around him atwitter in the spring

He could never tweet so sweet so why bother to sing?

The only lonely bluebird so hopeless and forlorn

Froze to death upon a limb one cold and frosty morn

He fell to earth and lay there having never made a sound

Except a tiny thud as his soft feathers hit the ground

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Poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul and nature.