Bluebird
I spend my days chasing a bluebird until the effort wears holes in shoes and mind alike. She always flits just out of reach singing her sweet song for all to hear. "No-one can appreciate her song more than I", my jealousy tells me. "I should be the one to hear it." "Perhaps if I were a tad swifter," my self-loathing grumbles, "I could catch that lovely bluebird." "Ah! But the song is sweet and true," intones my purest sense, "whether it is mine or not." So I continue the chase for my bluebird, knowing full well that I shall grow no swifter, only to hear her magnificient song. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 02:18 PM PST 0 • 8
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"I spend my days chasing a bluebird..."