Little Bluebird - Poem by Carolyn Sears

Perched upon my windowsill
Singin” a early morning melody
I heard you sang a beautiful song
Come home, come home,

I thought the little bluebird
Was an angel sent from heaven
As he perched upon my window
Sill singin”

With a voice sounds as if it was
Sent from heaven..
The little bluebird finished his
Beautiful Serenade..

With a heavenly chirp, chirp,
Chirp..
He glowed of a bright light
And spreads his wings and
Into the heavens he flew.