Barry the Blue Bird - A Poem - Part I

I once had a blue bird

and I called him Barry

but it could have been

Ted or Ned or Larry

One day I was careless

and I opened his cage

and Barry the blue bird

well... he just flew away.

I will never forget

how he carried a tune

how he sang at the stars

how he prayed to the moon

he was happy, I know,

inside his little cell

for the way that he sang

I sure could tell

it was happiness i heard

and some loyalty too:

He would never escape!

Somehow, I just knew.

So I kept him alive

and I built him a Home

and I kept him locked up

in his little abode.

Sure as I was

that he wouldn't escape

I'd let him go fly

on occasional days.

I was sure he'd return.

But he never came back...

I'm sure he's just lost

wherever he's at.

And he misses me, I'm sure

when he looks at the moon:

he sits and he cries

and he sings a sad tune...

por Patrícia Dinis

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ps. achei este poema uma delícia e decidi partilhar, com a devida autorização da autora claro! Espero que tenham gostado :)