The Little Bird came a hopping up And flew into his arms. She cooed and chirped and occasionally burped As she snuggled from all harms. Her eyes so blue and so inquisitive She searched his face for a smile. Then saw what she was waiting for... Spread across a country mile. Her feathers so fine and very blond Flew around when she did move. As the music began to play and sway Her body began to groove. Her love of music, things so fine Came naturally to her. When Papa played his old guitar It caused her feet to stir. She laid her head upon his chest And let out a great big sigh. All was well in little bird land That, you could not deny. Her eyes fluttered closed, her feathers a muss The face of an angel shone. Asleep in the arms of her grandpa Little Bird and him, alone. Good night Little Lucy Bird. Sleep tight Princess. (c) Aug.4 2010 Written while sitting in the City Park for two hours Lucy 15 months

08/04/2010