My Bluejay
He tilts his head
watching me approach,
knowing full well
that he is master
of the attack on my
strawberries…no use
fighting about it..he
just waits and hops
along the fence. I give in
with a certain pleasure, and
do not begrudge him
his share..
7/13/14
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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