The Fall Blue Jay
The blue jay calls from the oak tree,
as the wind swirls fallen red leaves.
He jumps and squawks for all to see,
as bright feathers shine in the sun.
The cardinal spies from his nest,
watching his partner join the fun.
Singing out her sweet melody,
the blue jay joins and sweetly sings.
Their chirping choir sounds heavenly!
10/18/2020
Contest: Writing Challenge - Tercets
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2020
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