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Blue Jay |
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Newpoet Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 72 |
Every burning orange dawn, after a fresh blanket of cloudy snow appears, The blue passerine omnivore tip-toes on my stained wooden ledge. Blue-Jay mimics early greetings with a high gull, “Chick-chee! Chick-Chee!” chirps my fuzzy companion. He twitches his head in my direction with black oceanic eyes, Ice-flakes covering a charcoal beak, Spiky aquamarine crown hair, Sky-blue, white, and black patterned fur The intelligent creature trusts me. As the sun awakes in the East, Past the valleys of oak woodlands, Blue-Jay stabs and nips brown seeds. His chest flattens in my presence, Mimicking the Red-Shouldered Hawk, Jeering gurgled noise at my face. I began to trust his angelic vocals. Five years flash by in an instant, Family dies and friends travel away, The silly animal still nips at his seeds from the stained wooden ledge. Now, he flies on my shoulder, singing melodies into my ear, When he is finished pecking at peanuts and elderberries. One grayish thundering evening, Lighting strikes the oaks around me, Roaring black clouds attack the Earth. Ice crystals stab violently at my wood house. The next day, light returns to the land. Oaks and Pines splatter against the mud. Squirrels sprint and black birds screech. Where is my magnificent Blue-Jay? Will my friend return to nip at my bare toes? And chirp dulcet nothingness? Has he left me alone in the depths of naturalistic destruction? My Blue-Jay never returned. Sometimes, I imagine him soaring into the abyss of heaven with choirs of blue-angels dancing freely to Nature’s whims… |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
how sad, I was hoping you would have said he was there...  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Your depth of connectedness with nature is apparent in this tender write. The scenery imagery is great, and you capture bird behavior masterfully. We know these winged friends will leave us eventually, but the knowing never makes it less heartbreaking. I cherish and adore birds. Into my library of favorites with this gem. Thank you! |
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