The Poets Behind The Poems Xl:

*----( Bluejay )----*

High atop fern hill stood a golden maple tree
Amidst baby rainbows and cotton candy clouds,
Where rare birds of paradise are so often seen
Caring for all their young and singing out loud.

That maple tree was like a lilly in the valley
She stood loud and proud on that fern hill,
Her strong caring branches were a sanctuary
For all the songbirds and yellow daffodils.

Those stunning blue jays with streaks of ray blue
And those dancing flowers of bronzed bliss,
Where soft parades of that fresh day's breeze
Will play picaboo and secretly blow you a kiss.

Half way up the maple tree closer to the top
Was a freshly made warm bed that's starting anew,
A mother bluejay was really hard at work
Tending to her nest and her egg of baby blue.

Under the vivid sun and the rusty magnetic moon
Her wings of steel are always standing tall,
For hungry birds with little twisted hearts
Or just in case her precious egg should ever fall.

After months of waiting mama bluejay is done
So she peels her dark blue eyes from above,
And she notices a tiny crack in her speckled egg
That fragile tender soul that's her labor of love .

As her brown speckled blue egg pushes apart
Revealing her baby bluejay and the special delivery,
Much days later when her wings have grown up
She flies from the nest and straight into poem history.