Bluejay voices rising high
On the rainy winds they fly
Calling out their mournful warning
They flit and fly from tree to tree
Even if there is scant of a breeze
Flash of blue and falsh of white
Don't let them give you quite the fright
Bluejay calls they are the warning
Heed them or its you they'll be mourning
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Small Stories of Life, Love, and Wonder
Ficción GeneralJust a collection of small writings. Some stories. Some poems. Some one shots of possible stories.
