Two jays, blue jays.

 

Two jays sat, sweetly conversed,
their story here is not rehearsed.

Winter chill, bitter cold,
shall not prevent what unfolds.

It’s not enough to listen in,
we must feel it all within.

Time is brief and here they meet,
the quick is that which makes it sweet.

Being together or never again,
for them they think not of the end.

I fought myself to touch them both,
a brief disturbance would send them off.

Here I wait in silent observe,
to ponder all that I’ve just heard.