I step from the low light
Of a winter’s sun
Into the curtained canopy of a evergreen stand
Pausing, time for eyes to adjust
To the darkness
Where the sun never reaches
A faint sound of gently moving of water
I step to it’s musical tone
Where there is rock by the stream
To sit, watch and listen
Until I imagine what will be
The time of the setting sun
So I may head home in its’ light
They say the Blue bird brings happiness and that my be so.
Usually I’m glad to see one
Yet when it flies around your parked car day after day
Acting like it wants to keep getting into the closed windows
You have to wonder why?
Then you realize when you go to take out the car
That as it has been flying around the car
It has been pooing all over the sides.
They say that a bird pooping on your person, car or property
Supposedly it brings good luck,
Not sure where that myth, or superstition comes from
But I wonder is the good luck mine or the car rental business?