Poetry of Life

The BlueJay

Once upon a warm autumn day, 

I laid sick upon my messy bed. 

Looking out my window with dread,  

I spotted the neighborhood thief; the blue jay. 

He sat on a branch a few feet away, 

Looking back at me almost curiously. 

I smiled looking at my feather cladded friend, 

"Hello there Jay," I croaked, "how are you on this fine day." 

He replied with his hawk like call "CAW!" 

I smile with my tired eyes half-lidded, 

"CAW CAW," he cries once more. 

Almost like he's saying goodbye, 

Before he takes off like the wind. 

I wave to my departing friend smiling even more, 

Knowing at least one of us is free like the wind. 

Feeling my eye lids growing more and more heavy, 

I lay down once more on my untidy bed,  

And dream of dreams full of wonder once more.