(DQ Poetry) Bluejay

 

I see you perched on the tree,
checking the perimeter for cats lurking.
The feeder below, inviting you down,
but you, ever cautious,
make sure that none are about.

 

Suddenly the sparrows swarm in,
eagerly eating the seed offered.
They flit and flap, and fly about,
scattering seed as they cover the feeder.

Throwing caution to the wind,
down you fly,
eager for your share of the offerings.

 

You find treats on the ground,
seeds from the tallow tree above,
a seed so large,
from my window, I see it in your mouth.

I watch you prance, a friend joining you,
I love your perky crest and colorful plumage,
your morning dance brings pleasure
as I ponder my coming day.
over my first cup of coffee.