~Dedicated to my brother, Sabbath, who's smile could be seen from the top of even the tallest trees.You will always be in my heart. I love you. ~
One day, little Amram,
Climbed up a tree,
To see all around,
All the world he could see,
Up, up through the branches,
Through the tangle of leave,
while the wind, wiped his hair,
with a warm summer breeze,
He climbed with a purpose,
For never, had he,
Scaled to such heights'
As this sycamore tree,
As his little legs pushed,
And his little hands pulled,
On his chubby round face,
a smile took hold,
Satisfaction was great,
But his heart gave a stop,
As he pulled himself up,
to the tree's tippy top,
For their, on the branch,
All shiny and new,
Was the biggest of eggs,
All speckled and blue,
He let out a yelp.
For he never did see,
An egg of such size,
In a sycamore tree,
But to Amram's surprise,
The egg yelped, right back,
With a peep, and a pop,
The blue egg gave a crack,
Out came a foot,
All speckled and blue,
Then came a head,
All fuzzy and new,
But a bird? It was not,
Least not one liked he'd seen,
The head, had no beak,
but two ears, of bright green,
Two big shinny eyes,
and little sharp teeth,
and fuzzy blue hair,
Above and beneath,
Big eyes stared at Ram,
And Ram stared back,
unable to run,
should this creature attack,
So he tried to hold still,
like a stick on the tree,
But is his legs were shaking,
so he bent to one knee,
Amram, backed down,
But the blue speckled feet,
Followed Ram,
As he tried to retreat,
He's heart was racing,
As he looked up to see,
Speckled blue feet,
Coming down the tall tree,
Ram scurried faster,
The feet scurried too,
They were very fast feet,
with claws sharp and blue,
Then a branch gave a snapped,
He could feel himself fall,
Down, down he went,
from the tree, straight and tall,
With a loud thud he landed,
A pain in his side,
He gave a sharp yelp,
As he scrabbled to hide,
He could hear the bark falling,
As it came down the tree,
And he didn't have time,
To rise up and flee,
So he curled himself up,
In a round ball,
and he covered his head,
and made himself small,
Then, PLOP !,something landed,
On top of his back,
soft and fuzzy,
But it did not attack,
Instead it puuuuuurrrrrrrd,
A long steady pur,
And rubbed up beside him,
With it's soft gentle fur,
Amram uncurled,
and rolled on his side,
And the blue fuzzy fur,
gave out a small sigh,
Ram curled his legs,
in the dry leaves he sat,
with the fur in his lap,
curled up like a cat,
It's green ears wiggled,
and it's eyes gave a blink,
Ram sat confused,
Not sure what to think,
Were ever a baby,
Blue fuzz, could be found,
Surely a mother,
Would soon be around,
So Amram stood up,
And he started to climb,
back up the tree,
to return his big find,
But how could he get,
this blue fuzz to stay,
He couldn't stay up in the tree,
All the day,
So Aram backed down,
Blue fuzz closely pressed,
In the nook of his arm,
Against his warm chest,
Ram was sure,
His mother would freak,
If he brought home a blue bird,
With green ears, and no beak,
But with no other choice,
Blue fuzz in his arm,
Amram headed home,
To his small country farm,
His Father had died,
The summer before,
So Amram's house,
Was simple, and poor,
When Amram reached home,
It was late in the day,
His mother had known,
He had gone out to play,
She was busily cooking,
The house smelled of pie,
His Father's favorite,
and Ram new why,
Her desserts, were amazing,
No one could deny,
His favorite being her,
Her blueberry pie,
Ram peeked in the kitchen,
Blue fuzz peeked in too,
His mother was busy,
sturring her stew,
Ram held his prize tightly,
but blue fuzz wanted down,
He wiggled away,
And jumped to the ground,
Amram turned pale,
And let out a cry
As the blue ball of fur,
Headed straight for mom's pie
Onto the pie,
Blue fuzz landed (splat)
And his Mom turned to see,
What she thought was a cat,
Her face red and flustered,
Her eyes fiery black,
Her mouth crinkle up,
But blue fuzz, just stared back,
Pie on his green ears,
Pie in his fur,
he licked off his blue speckled feet,
with a purrrrrrrrr,
Ram's mom stood speechless,
Unsure what to do,
She was holding a spoon,
That was dripping with stew,
Then her lips smiled,
And she giggled with glee,
At the blue speckled cat,
That had hatched in a tree,
Many days past,
And blue fuzz grew and grew,
Fat with pies,
And thick country stews,
He ate, and he ate,
And blue fuzz grew big,
Bigger then the neighbors,
Award winning pig,
It turned out,
Not only, did blue fuzz love pie,
But Blue fuzz liked all,
Of other food that he tried,
Blue fuzz ate more food,
Then Ram's mom could afford,
So Ram hatched a plan,
To pay his friends board,
They opened a dinner,
They and named it "Big Blue"
Were mom served up pies,
With her fresh country stews,
People would travel,
from far and wide,
To see big blue,
and eat food by his side,
Everyone loved,
Too have Blue around,
They loved his blue fur,
And his soft purring sound,
Year past by quickly,
Then one summer day,
Blue went out,
To the woods to play,
He never returned,
But Amram wasn't sad,
When he told people stories,
Of the tree cat he had,
Of course people ask,
What became, of his friend,
He laughs and replays
All birds fly... in the end.
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