there was a little bird
who had a little friend
who only ever appeared in a puddle
just around the bend
on moonlit nights he'd see him
amongst the cobble stones
when all was still and quiet
no humans with their phones
he did not see him often
but they were very very close
cos the little birdie knew
his friend loved him the most
....and this left me humming "Me and My Shadow"! Light and fun to read.
ReplyDeleteSweetly rendered .... I can visualize this in a children's book with an adorable illustration.
ReplyDeleteThis is charming and lovely Cressida! I LOVE it!!
ReplyDeleteIt is always a delight to see birds look at themselves in their mirrors!
ReplyDeleteBravo, this little rhyme made my early morning
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Cressida
Much💚love
This is a wonderful story, bird and moon and the puddle that brings them together.
ReplyDeleteVery cute!
ReplyDeleteLoved the flow of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet poem
ReplyDeleteThis is cute. :D
ReplyDeleteWhat a romantic idea, the bonded friendship of the bird and his little friend amongst the cobblestones.
ReplyDelete"no humans with their phones" - A rare sighting!
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely response to the photo prompt.
ReplyDeleteThe bird who loves its reflection.
Awww, I love that ending. Sweet.
ReplyDeleteLike the perspective here. Well written Cressida!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem - full of charm and good feelings.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blog
ReplyDeleteI always thought of the moon as my friend when I was a child. This poem goes straight to my heart. :)
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