Bluebird

Gazing out through the window, I am entranced by what I see,
A tiny little bluebird, it’s as if he sings to me.
captivated by the melody, it offers me retreat.
for a moment I feel as if the ground has left my feet.
he seems so free, so able to do what gives him pleasure,
He then spreads his wing and takes flight to a height that’s unmeasured.
on a whim, on the very thought of soaring high,
he soon disappeared from the range of my eyes.
I missed his song, but he left me with peace,
as I layed down and closed my eyes, remembering “free”.
He reminded me of the feeling, as I soaked it all in,
replaying the picture of him soaring over and over again.
in this cell, that is a feeling that I grope after daily
and this little bird has given me this moment, this small bird has saved me.
then I realized how ironic all this must be,