Blue Jay

He fluttered chasing hawks and owls
to roost in an open field
only did he leave with wounded wings

Pines trembled against
his song that even in
beakless wailing did his tears
clear the night away—

but a lone blue jay that goes to nestle
and flatten its crest
is only but a dream,

Receding, withdrawing,
there is only the sky who awaits his return
and a pith of blue to fall into;
He howled thus
and sang with such deadly affection