Yellow Canary Poem by Alexis Sizer

For it is early dawn,
All creatures are away in warm sweet closure,
My toes grasp the misted lawn,
I peer…
Out far…
Feasting eyes on treasures of mystified pleasures…
Seeking mother and fawn,
They graze with no caution,
No fear,
No worries…..

Then with out a warning a yellow canary appears,
Perches upon my small tree,
In my forest of ever greens,
His most glary beak looked most glorious,
in the sun shining streak.
For this yellow canary,
With thirst for a summers delicate berry,
He engorged his chest with lungs of crisp wooden air…

And sang…

“ I am the yellow canary I sing no song of the dreary nor furry. For I am the ever so humble canary”
as he flutters his wings…
And fly’s off into the early dawn sky,

I whispered to the winter’s morn winds,

“I am human. I sing the songs of the dreary and furry. Now I hear your songs of wisdom. For I being human… Searching for looks clearly… I listen now to you, ever so humble yellow canary.”