The Blues-Bird

Just a short poem about birds wearing blue, and what they do.

The Indigo Bunting

Is not one for wanting

Any Blues from the master's display.

But the Scrub-Jays do too,

Mixing diversion with blue.

“Camouflaged, but song-less,” I must say.

Bunting songs come in noted array

And I marvel at the music each day.

But when those Scrub-Jays come 'round

Making that harsh, squawking, sound,

It scares my Buntings away.

So I devised a plan, just a hack,

I'd divert the Jays from their backyard attack.

I put peanuts in a bowl,

In the front yard, you know.

And finch-food in the feeder out back.

Yes, --- I outsmarted the Jays, it's true,

With their very own feeder, brand new.

Then I had songs everyday

From the Bunting array

Until some Ravens came calling. --- “Boo-Hoo.”

JE Falcon

12-26-2021

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Always somebody! Got a nice chuckle here. Thanks for making my day.😃

[JE Falcon]

Providing the occasional smile is a good thing in my book. I'm happy that you liked it.

[Writergurl]

Wow, this is amazing, love the flow and rhyme scheme. awesome write

[JE Falcon]

Ah, thanks. Just trying to do something different with something old.