The diggers dig

that’s their job.

A new resident

will come

meanwhile

a pretty bluebird

flies.

It chirps,

“I make my home

amongst the dead

so those left behind

to say goodbye

will notice my beauty

and I will lift

their eyes heavenward

so they can

remember their loved one

isn’t down but up.

Up, up, look up

to say goodbye.”

The bluebird

flies up

in the sky

above the cemetery.

That is the

bluebird’s job.

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