One whole week I was sick. I can’t bird because I was too weak.
My wife says I have the whine flu, because whine, whine, whine
Is all I do.
“One week and not bird is quite absurd” nothing else she said she heard
from me. Until exasperated she said, “Look out the window..and see
what birds will show.”
Outside, plants abound, surely there are birds around. I opened the window
And there came a sound. A rustle, a flash of blue as something flew
And then I knew..
It was a Jay, a Scrub Jay that saved my day. Hip, hip hooray!
Taking a drink then staring at me without a blink, the Jay,
Simply made my day.
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