He is Always Alone
I love bird speak
Hearing the tweets and whistles
Uplifts my mornings
We have cardinals, wrens, and robins
One lone blue jay
I feel sorry for him, because he is alone
An outcast
When he comes to the feeders, the others scatter
I could name him
If I did I would want to give him a joyful uplifting name
But it would not fit
He is always alone, and ostracized by the others
I have no idea why
For he is not nearly as annoying
As those loud ugly crows
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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