The Bluejays Tears Poem by Crimson Soul

Hear The Chirping Of The Birds,
In The Trees So Soft Unheard;
Beautiful Noises In My Ear,
Melodic and Daughtry,
Bringing Me Near;
Trilling Songs of Sorrow Unsound,
In These Crimson Ears Rung Loud;

They Sing Of Places Once Thought Lost,
They Sing of People, Gone Distraught;
They Sing Of Life That Few Have Known,
They Sing Of Death That All Shall Own;

Perching On Their Roost Up High,
Looking At The Bright-Dark Sky;
Mourning For The Day Again,
Tears Of Bluejays, Tuneless Hymn;

The Wind Is Cooing, In My Mind,
Chirping Out In Crimson Rhymes;
Wings A-Flutter, In a Daze,
Stop & Stare, Flight A-Blaze;
A Tear Runs Down A Furry Beak,
To The Ground, Sewn To Reap...


The River So Winding,
The Bluejays Riding...

The Once Musical Rhyme Is Lost,
Replaced By Silence, Left To Rot;
As The Silence Drips Away,
A Single Tear Left In The Fray,
A Feather Falls,
Falls To Grey,
The Bluejay Flies,
Flies Away......