A Bird A Hidden Bard

If you were a bird with a poetic brain could draw your thoughts needed no key or pen poetry you could pour out perched atop the tree float them in the wind on sky ink artistry! none would know the bard masked in bird’s face dipping hand in rainbow scribbling on cosmic space but they would read your poems on the blue canvas hear your mind’s nuggets in the wind’s rush! if you could spread your wings a bird a hidden bard in each flap a magic rhyme each flutter a glorious word they wouldn’t know the poet at work but once a while would stop to marvel at the night’s mist early morn’s dewdrop!