Eyes of a Bluebird

By m.s.wardrip

Never trust a picture or a cis-boom-bah,

Who asked me anyway?

Who am I to say.

Have it your way.

Snap away.

Take a picture today.

It lasts all day and always,

But I think it takes away,

From the written word,

That is to say, a photo of a bird,

Tells what? That the bird is blue?

The bird is blue and it has blue eyes,

The blue bird has feet,

The blue bird has a beak,

The blue bird sits in a tree.

Do we know the blue bird?

No, we do not know the blue bird.

In order to know the blue bird,

We need to know where the blue bird has been,

How it feels, how it thinks, what it has seen,

What the blue bird knows about life and other things,

What the blue bird has been through,

Through the eyes of the blue bird,

Where the feet of the blue bird have been,

The inner workings of the blue bird,

This blue bird is different from all the rest,

This blue bird is an individual,

This blue bird flies alone,

This blue bird is not really a blue bird, but rather a royal bird,

A single bird, to some that is blue,

But to a few, a blue eyed bird.