Bad Blue Jay

From bare birch
B-52-sized blue jay
bomb dives, scatters
tiny finches from
feeder to giant oak.
Seeds fly. Triangle
headdress waves
atop king’s pate
as he laughs at his
evil deed. I want
to shoo him to go
but know it’s just
our nature’s way.







Morning Quail

Beautiful bevy
of quail quickly
skitters across
dirt trail. Winter
feathers puffed,
top-notch tufted.
Where are you
rushing in such
a hurry? What’s
the big worry?


Published in The Avocet, A Journal of Nature Poetry – Winter – 2019