Bluebird

Bluebird
My baby is a redbird
flying across the sky.
My baby is a bluebird
flarning how to fly.
Your feathers want to,
your feathers want to tickle me.
In the shower she swims right by me,
freezing water so she's swimming rapidly.
Clouds are sleeping.
Sleeping in the sky.
Over Sara's eyes.
Dreams are lurking,
lurkin by the bed.
And all I'm thinking
are all the things you've said