They've been here for years
two blue jays who live in our yard
year round.
In winter they're silent
at the feeder but screeching
announces when spring is here
and continues through summer
because the jays have babies
two or three times a season.
The calico likes the tins
my wife puts out for him
and the jays gobble the seed
she puts in the feeder.
She was surprised however
to hear the jays screeching
on a raw day this winter.
Then she looked out the window
and saw the calico climbing
into the spruce where the jays
had babies last year and
and spend time in the winter.
The Farmer's Almanac aside
perhaps the calico believes
spring will be early this year.
Joy flourishes upon expression of life with interesting views on nature, birds and other creatures. This is very amazing poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Merry Christmas.. Donal.. iip