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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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North Carolina poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul.