Window View
I look out my window,
And what do I see,
I see a blue bird looking at me.
Why is it looking at me?
Does it find me amusing?
Do I look confusing?
And before I could say anymore,
It flew away,
I guess it got bored.
To My Poet Friend, David :)
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014
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