I saw a Bluejay in November.
Chest puffed and looking out of place.
I saw 'it' look through my front window
And in the backyard 'it' sat on the fence!
It was odd...
The falling leaves October once colored
Laid waiting to be raked.
And there a Bluejay sat...
Staring in my face!
And this was after Thanksgiving Day!
I got the message!
Hot times come for the ones,
Who didn't do a slow burn early!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a very talented writer. I really don't consider myself that great of writer but i really enjoy reading yours. Warmest Regards, Donna