Blue Jay Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blue Jay

Frankly, Blue Jay
I never knew you as I do now
I always liked your colour, designs
I was always curious, and now…
Her poem started the flame…
She believes God is blue
I am not sure…

Blue is you…
Have no doubt.
Does God?
She believes sings blues.

You are beautiful
For sure
But do you sing?
Your sound is
Neither Finch’s, no Canary’s
You are not nightingale
Either.

Your blue is not her eyes
When I am in love
And is not the sky
When in good mood
And is not the water of oceans
When I like the waves…

You
Blue jay
Are lovely
But none of them.
You are, smart in hot, cold
Break nuts, catch insects, and
Do much…

But your blue is unique…