Ode to a Bluebird
Good morning, little bluebird
Upon my windowsill.
I saw you in my dreams,
And now, I see you still
Dancing to and fro
Upon my window ledge,
Fresh from last night's rest
Of nesting in a hedge;
And, as I see your beauty
Against the morning fog,
I hit you with the waste can,
And feed you to my dog.