Blue Jay

I found this poem on my old computer. It fascinates me, and I really don't remember writing it.

The blue jay

can carry away

a sweet lullaby

but I can sit

upon my seat

with a dry eye

the trees are dying

and no one is thriving

where we used to live

and here we are

beaten and bruised

as animals we are

We are told we are nothing more

than history gone by

interesting to look at

but brutal, as I say

Reviews

[April Blue]

Great creative description and word usage.. Nicely done..