There’s something about you
that pulls me through
trudging through the winters gloom
there is a spark in your eyes
I can see myself through
you might be the light
at the end of the tunnel
if I was small enough
I’d hide in your covert feathers
and we could fly
to another muse
Corvids
Feeding the Jays
Awaiting your arrival
Every day
Prepared and ready
For when you fly my way
A banquet awaiting you
My moustachioed
Squawking
Jay.
Eurasian jay
The Jay
One may say
Is a moustachioed magpie
Or it may just be I
But I see wisdom deep set
In his pale blue eyes
Garrulus glandarius
What significance comes
From such a noisy name
Matching the moustache
Which should surely bring him fame
His covert feathers flash by
a blue flame
In the blink of an eye
