A Pirate Jay
Outside the fall is deep and new
Tangled branches on the trees
Are bare black but drifted white
Survivors of the wintry night,
Birds are perched by nature blended;
At intervals a few will fly.
A few will light beneath a weathered
Picnic table darting drilling
Sorting husks or hunting a nut
Some squirrel has hidden in a place
He only knows. Then on a stump
One whiskered fellow paws a fruit
And from above a pirate jay
Comes circling down so blue so bold
Pecks his tail then steals the gold.
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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