Blue Jay, Blue Jay

Blue Jay, Blue Jay
Why'd you visit me?
What is your pleasure?
Where's your old oak tree?

Blue Jay, Blue Jay
What message did you bring?
Where's the one who cared for me?
She knows everything?

Blue Jay, Blue Jay
Come and follow me,
Show her what I've become
Proud I'm sure she'll be.

my grandma used to always have blue jays in her backyard at this time, and now every time i see a blue jay i think of her, like it's my special angel sent from her. i don't know, maybe i'm crazy, but this is what this poem is about, a blue jay showing up at my window and bringing me something from her. it's simple, hope you like it. not that great since it's after 1:30AM and i can't sleep.