Sunlite Wanter Poet Rhyme

One Bluejay's Time

One Bluejay’s Time

A heavy old Bluejay perches on a dead redbud limb,
His black eyes survey what he claims as his own;
Little sparrow subjects wait while he feeds,
He grabs a bite and eats alone.

The winged ones he thinks he has bullied,
Perch, camouflaged and wait,
Wait for years if they must, they are kind,
They will win – it’s the Bluejay’s fate.

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Nette Onclaud February 11, 2017 at 12:26 PM observing the behavior of birds can be exciting and revealing just like this splendid poem, sun... huggs Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2017 at 5:59 PM Thank you....!

Daniel Turner February 9, 2017 at 2:32 PM Bluejays are passerine birds, who get a bad wrap. They are a little aggressive but it's a cruel world. Love the poem, Sunlite:) Great topic! Sunlite Wanter February 9, 2017 at 3:19 PM Thanks, Daniel. They are pretty and I was watching one when I wrote this. I've known them to swoop down on my cat and dog and peck their heads.