The Last Word of a Bluebird

Inspiration from our weather forecast created this post...we are under a sever alert today. Snow, ice, sleet and wind.

So far nothing, but a cold, cold wind!

Several of our spring birds are back. I wonder how many are having second thoughts. 

Have a great Wednesday! 

 

The Last Word of a Bluebird

Robert Frost

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 Lesley (will you?)   

That her little Bluebird 

Wanted me to bring word

That the north wind last night 

That made the stars bright

And made ice on the trough

Almost made him cough

His tail feathers off.

He just had to fly!

But he sent her Good-by, 

And said to be good, 

And wear her red hood,

And look for skunk tracks

In the snow with an ax -

And do everything!

And perhaps in the spring

He would come back and sing"