The last word of a Bluebird by Robert Frost – A Reply (As told by the child)

As I rambled outside, I sneaked,

From under the branches, I  peeked.

He was also looking for me,

Oh, how heavenly blue is he!

He unlocked his jolly beak a bit,

Ever since the North wind made him quit.

This time, he tossed his wings apart,

And sang out his soul with a new start.

Before departing, he bid me goodbye,

And I waited, staring at the creatures on high.

I had devotedly worn my red hood,

And his song was a result of  me being good.

I did everything!

And marked calendars for him and spring,

For him, to come and  sing.