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
What a fine word painting of a blue jay. I liked this one very much. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lee I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing