Sunday, August 26, 2018

The Canary Song


Sunday started with the usual noise
Of breakfast pans, and other things
But over the whirr of their daily life
They all could hear a Canary sing

Grandpa rushed to get his Bird Book
He always forgets the names, you know,
Dad rushed to get his phone on portrait,
With the smarter, older brother in tow

Mom had things to do,
Or she always thought so,
Why, now if she starts watching birds,
She’d really have to let things go!

The three year old, with his feathery feet
Climbed on the chair, without scaring it away
He watched it flutter its yellow wings
And heard the song that came his way

Just moments later, everybody was back
But the bird was fickle, it was on its way
So they thought the tiny three year old
Must have scared the bird away

The little boy doesn’t know the name
And he is too naive to care about those things,
But every day, he draws a little yellow bird
While just like it, he tries to sing.