Little Blue Bird Perched in my Mind

Little Yellow Bird, Etched on my Grave1

The night black hovered over my darkened eye lids. I walked on the cold, concrete path, small nails digging into my soles. I had forgotten what had happened last night- the drinking, the laughing, the fighting. All I knew was that I awoke on the wide open road of metal; just me and my mind.2

My mouth drooled with saliva, which dropped onto the steel city floors. 'Hello Miki' the little yellow bird said, perched on a musty green dust bin. 'Oh. I didn't see you there. Sing me a song, why dont you?' The little yellow bird had a sneering smirk on his wet, bloody beak, his harsh voice blistering my ears. 'Hush oh Miki. An shovel for each heartbreak? I'll dig you a grave'. The yellow bird flew away, his deep crested wings flapped harshly in the city smoke. 3

I think back to that every day- the birds cruel voice singing me to sleep. My grave lies empty still. I called my stone Greg. And he believes me. 4


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Little Blue Bird perched on my Mind6

The morning haze was incandescent; radiant. I walked on the grass green, small patches of watery hay got stuck to my soles. I had forgotten all about what happened last night- the fighting, the screaming, the abandonment. All I knew was that I awoke on the sweet grassy earth; alone, just me and my mind. 7

A grey, thick tear melted down my face and hit the soft tree bark. 'hello miki' little blue bird said, perched on an evergreen tree, smiling.'Oh, hello there birdy! I didnt see you there. Sing me a song, why dont you?' The little blue bird had a smile on his recently shined beak, his soft voice gently held me.'Hush little Miki.. An apple for each tear? I'll plant you a tree, Miki' The birdy flew away, his deep crested wings flapped gracefully in the wind.8

I think back to it every day- the birds soft voice singing me to sleep. My apple tree Grayson russles softly as I tell him my story, but deep down, I know he beleives me. 9


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Little Love Bird, Perched on my mind11


The afternoon air was creamy; soft. I walked on the pillowed paths of water, small dropplets sticking to my soles. I had forgotten what had happened last night- the music, the dancing, the candles. All I knew is that I know was that I woke on small sweet smelling cushions, alone; just me and my mind. 12

A thick, sweet breath feel from my heart, and moved with the soft air. 'Hello Miki' the little love bird said, perched on a perfumed printed pillow. 'Oh. I didn't see you there. Sing me a song, why dont you?' The little love bird had an easy, sweet sigh in his fresh, love struck eyes. 'Hush little Miki. A rose for each kiss. I'll plant you a rose bush.' The little love bird flew away, his deep crested wings glided gracefully on the floral air. 13

I think back to that everyday- the birds sweet love struck eyes and song. I have a pillow named Bob, and he believes me.