I jotted down a little spring time poem this morning…

 

Hello Ms. Blue Jay

My!  What pretty wings

 

But they momentously lack in compare

To the way you chirp and sing

 

The highest pitch, you carry with such pride

Expressing your love of just being outside

 

You’re brightly colored and flying free

Please won’t you sing your song for me?

 

The one with the ever changing melody?

 

Thank you for the song, it sure was nice

Custom made for me, never to be heard twice

 

Goodbye Ms. Blue Jay, I enjoyed your pretty song

You’re a very busy girl now, so hurry on along

 

Your gift is too precious to be beheld by just one

Open your wings and fly little bird

 

Fly into the sun!