bonny bluebird

Outside my window

A bonny little bluebird 

sits in a tree.

And oh! 

She's singing merry songs to me!

Her tune carried on southerly winds,

            the Sun's dancing ray’s!

Her song is simple-

Love is the key. 

Really!

Factually, 

all you need!

In good times,

And in bad...

quite so easy to see!

She invites happily-

Come! 

Sing with me,

In my tree &

Be free!

©lbaccus December 7 2019 

#poetrycommunity

(Published on X March 31, 2025 | baccusbee)

I wrote this in 2019 before Generative AI came on the scene and I began using it to create a visual poem of my written verse (synthography). It was originally published on a former blog of mine hosted on Wix.

Birds intrigue me, entertain me, and amaze me. Many hours, weather permitting, I spend outside listening to Momma birds calling their Baby Birds home to nest for the night.

There is never a dull moment in the presence of their hijinx. Males squaring off over females. Females getting in males tail feathers. Birds united to vanquish the squirrel getting in their stash.

They are funny animals!!!

Birds bring me much joy and happiness. 

I hope you enjoyed, 'My Bonny Little Bluebird'.

       - baccus bee