The Jay
I turn away
I look away
I stay as far away as stars
away the fruit.
He looked for you
my friend; oh jay
I heard the song, the mocking loud
so near he walks.
I sat so still
I held my breath,
or else he finds my gleaming eye
away my friend.
Leave the temple, face the haunted
dust beneath my feet exulted.
I walk the lonely Earth away
I'm cursed to sense and hear the jay.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2016
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