Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Last Word of a Bluebird- Frost

As told to me by a rather spunky squirrel....
"As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said 'Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Leslie (will you?)
That her litte Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice no the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-bye,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an axe-
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing'.

1 comment:

Roxanne said...

The last time I mentioned your blog, I told you I'd send you a link to mine.