Gin and tonic
I am the bluebird’s song
My silence a resounding gong
Drink me in like the sun
Ring to the bar for more
My spirit will sprint into a rum
Embedded in berries and juniper
A lingering bittersweet quinine.
I will tell you of cock tales
Fresh and bearing laughter
More amused smiles will follow after
Cause I spin in different degrees
Sometimes high, sometimes just right
But never without fire
Come listen to this bluebird sing.