Treasure Island

Lee Schexnaydre


Blue Jay


Flying on a misty morn
The Blue Jay galavants
Knocking dewdrops to the ground
Clinging to a hedge's branch

Singing daydream melodies
Waking the blurry, yawning dawn
Shaking the dogwood's spring white limbs
Careless cavorting across the lawn

The live oak's bough's now twittle with life
As the Blue Jay feeds without dismay
Dewdrops dry with the light of morn
The Blue Jay hurriedly flys away

Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 14, 2011

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