The Blue Jay's Call
The Blue Jay's call wheels from his throat
like an un-oiled clothesline
psychotic in the frozen air
he lands his leathery feet amongst
the scattering of assorted birds and seeds
bouncing like shrapnel around the feeder
and until the cat comes
he is king of the morning buffet
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2018
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