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'.