on a country road
you grace me with your presence
with peace and beauty
blue wings flapping air
his feathers catching sun's rays
grazing gray blue sky
one lone bird tries to interest others in conversation
twee wee wee wee twee wee wee wee
no one takes her up on it
I cannot see her
but I feel her frustration
I wonder if she is a bluejay
they seem to be ostracized and friendless
in a morning drowse,
the sunlight warms the bed sheets,
blue jays bring you coffee.
I buried a bluejay today.
He flew with grace into a window pane.
From my sunroom I watched and heard the Kaplunk.
I buried a bluejay today.
I watched him take his last breaths.
Broken neck aside the rose bush.
I buried a bluejay today.
Along with some vegetables so he could decay.
And blanketed gently with some fresh soil.
I buried a bluejay today.
If I could have saved his life, it would have been my pleasure.
But God works in mysterious ways.
I buried a bluejay today.
blue jay it does fly
aloft away blends in the
blue morning eve skies
3/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
sapphire on sapphire
at the rise of jewelled night
when the stars flash fire
mysterious quest
like the wide-eyed owl spying
as beauty's fading
in the vast deep blue
the scarlet sun is sinking
like a cherry bomb
I saw a little bird today, it was a Bluejay.
The little bird was the cuties little thing.
But the bird had a broken wing. It tried,
and tried to fly, but it had a broken wing.
So, instead of flying the little Bluejay bird,
begin to sing, sing, sing. Do what you can do.
God Bless, Happy Holidays
all afternoon
the blue jay calls
flies off and lands again
pushing his lifeless mate
through the dry grass
A bluejay flies
in the skies clear
my eyes search hard.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
©2005
No need to worry
No need to fear
Goodness will find it's way clear
My strength is my weakness
It opens my heart
To those dark places
Which sets them apart
I bring them Gods light for they are still lost
Kindness my friends.......Has no cost.......
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
a regal blue-jay
perched on a barren tree limb--
harbinger of spring
2/4/13
That Blue Jay made short work
Of that beetle morsel
On the gnarly branch
Sort of like me
When it comes to
A Godiva chocolate
August 1 2009 poem 4 the Botanic Garden
blue jay
jealous jester
your jabberwocky sounds
jettisoned across the grove through
jack pine now rebound, jack hammering the
warning “junco, fly away! This,”
you jeer, “is my feeder!”
unjust you are
blue jay
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