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
Jays
Shut up buttercup
Shut up buttercup and lay in the grass
We’ll watch the Jays fly past
his blue feathers not so covert
the king of the oaks
Watch him fly
and gleam all that he knows
His dinosaurian voice
And moustachioed wisdom
calling to us
the harshness of reality
as we lay back on fields of yellow
soft beneath our skin
yielding to our unrelenting bodies
in this monstrous
yet wondrous world
Moustachioed blues
My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to
My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues
My moustachioed blues
An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode
I’m irregular
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you…..
Another one about the Eurasian Jay
His dinosaurian ancestry shines through
The glimmer in his eye
A hint to the wise
Feathers fluffed by the wind
Ear tufts twirled
By the hands of evolution
Screaming out to one another
To be part of the dinosaurian sequel
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