BLUE BIRD by Teresita Perez

BLUE BIRD

by Teresita Perez

Gliding across the sky,

her delicate wings spread wide,
the blue bird seeking to rest
in my garden made her nest.

What an intricate creation

she constructed to perfection
from twigs and useful debris
high up on my orange tree.

Warming her three eggs, and proud;

singing lovingly, and loud;
occasionally she took flight,
her happiness my delight.

But one day I heard no noise

that indicated her voice,
for near her nest, by a thorn,
the stab of death killed her song.

The seasons rolled one more year,

and as spring was drawing near,
a blue bird noticed my tree
as the perfect place to be.

Though her chirping pleased my ears,

the new nest provoked my fears.
To give her a better chance,
I pruned the thorns by her branch.

I had now intervened.

Nature and I were a team.
I saw nothing wrong with that
until I noticed my cat.

Since then more nests mark that tree,

but I simply let them be.
Without me blue birds keep strong,
nature caring for her own.

For the freedom all deserve,

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