I saw a blue bird, in my path
in a make-shift bird bath;
as the summer sun flitted
through the new green leaves
on the now very alive green trees.
What right had it to use
the puddle that lay in my way
I dont know, but figured
t’was more of a right than i can say.
and gave the blue bird a wide berth,
the afternoon was his by right.
I saw a human sleep, within my window panes
as the sun rose today
and wondered what right had he,
to while away time, when nature
hadn’t meant it to be.
And so I sang my loudest tune
and watched him mutter and turn
and then i sang louder some more.
let him not be decieved
that morning sleep was his by right.