Empty Nesters

The Blue Jays of early Spring bring wondrous wonderings to my eyes with a determined flight of perpetual motion carrying one twig at a time clutched tight in their beak to build a nest far from peril so the eggs they lay can break free in the late Spring and new life is born where they'll learn to dart from limb to limb until they can finally fly in the hectic days of youthful exuberance before they abandoned the nest and leave the warbled echo of yesterdays to memory 11/10/19 contest Last Year's Nest