At The Cemetery
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" The blue jay is seen as a powerful spirit messenger."- Author unknown
It was a cold fall morning as the leaves swirled in the crisp windy air
I decided to walk in the cemetery and chose the path that was bare
A crow cackled and a blue jay squawked loudly and they carried on
Ignoring them as I thought of the day you were taken and now gone
I sat on the bench overlooking your gravestone and felt such raw despair
A blue jay landed on the bench as I searched for closure and shed a tear
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2025
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