That damn bluebird
It’s easy to forget
She always comes back
That emptyheaded little bluebird
God knows why
She has everything she needs here
I do all I can to make her comfortable
But sometimes she just
And I wait for her
Looking anxiously out the window
Refilling her water bowl
Putting out her favorite treats
Trying in vain to lure her back
That she didn’t leave for good this time.
I need her
To fill my day with songs again.