If I could be an animal
I think I’d like to be
just like the little blue bird
that’s sitting in my tree.
I look at him and wonder
what it’s like when you can fly.
I’ll bet the world looks beautiful
from up there in the sky.
There would be no traffic jams
or stop signs in the air.
No bumpy roads with potholes
would ever be up there.
But I’d miss my mom and dad
and who’d be there at night
to help me brush my teeth
and tuck me in real tight?
He looks at me each morning
from the same branch in my tree.
While I sit wishing I was him,
is he wishing he was me?
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-bird-children/
