The Bird That Never Came Down

Blimey! At balcony, a minuscule adorability

Perched atop a high pole prettily

My myopic eyes scrunched curiously

To catch and preach the little fairy.

The heaven aloft looked pleasing azure

The patterned floor below welcomed the bird- an innocent soul

For there was laid a warped silver platter upon crashed heap of biscuits gold

I wished fervidly from far "may the squeaky little thing fly to dine askew!"

Queenliest touch some of the tidbits scattered and enchanted sweeping croon

But alas yonder it stood as static as a statue!

For a mere, memorable seconds aloof!

Gorblimey! It shook my darned heart unheeding downward.

Then it flew westward my eyes dejected though pursued

I smiled lovingly at its flippant flapping of wings

Making me heart hastily swap its solemn sandals

As though its timid soul wanted me for a buoyant dance in its homely air

O little bird, I long for you! Come down, come down.