Blue Jay

Blue Jay I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm, And unwittingly, caused the neck To retract the mere measure as had Raised the hand. Lowering the foundling, the head rose. Really? I continued. Down, up; Extend, retract, eyes fixed Always at the horizon. Was it the avian gyroscope Tacking as if to turbulence, Or since motion can betray Location - best feign frozen? (Once they mused about millennia hence But scarcely would’ve thought that whence The confluence of Saurian and Simian roar Could ever have writ so poorly a score As has devolved to: cheep; rap nonsense) I shall call you Icarus for impetuousness Has got you to ground; like your hapless Namesake, he from tempting high C, You, before finding your key. Copyright Paul Thomson 2018