Bad Blue Jay
From bare birch
B-52-sized blue jay
bomb dives, scatters
tiny finches from
feeder to giant oak.
Seeds fly. Triangle
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.
of quail quickly
dirt trail. Winter
Where are you
rushing in such
a hurry? What’s
the big worry?
Published in The Avocet, A Journal of Nature Poetry – Winter – 2019
Oh, Jill, delightfull bird stories you proffer for we readers. I so enjoy watching quail families and your poem made smile with fond memories, thank you for that. You continue to inspire. Happy for you!
Jerianne, Thanks for reading my blog and for your support. I hope you have a creative year!
These poems bring visions of looking out the big window at the Ranch, across the drive to the bird feeder where all manner of raucous activity goes on. Thanks for posting these two poems.
Yes, I did write these at the Ranch! Thanks for reading.
Love birds, the poetry, and the photos! Thank you Jill!
Sweet, Jill. Nature provides us so much inspiration if only we are mindful. Your quail poem reminds me of a morning sitting on my sister’s patio in Sedona and watching a bustling quail family making their way around the yard. Cheers – Happy New Year.
Sylvia, Your own nature poems are mindful and poignant. Happy New Year to you too! May it be filled with more nature poetry!
Enjoyed the poems, Jill. Loved the photos,too.
Thanks Susanne! I hope you have a year filled with artistic inspiration!