Exchange Rate

Exchange Rate

A Poem by JR

Jays are the prettiest birds around the house

their feathers the color of morning sky

they used to pay 25 cents a head up at

the cherry orchards, and I always wondered why

but now I watch them bully up

the smaller birds and steal their food

and I get it, I get it, they are just no good

so it makes me wonder what the exchange rate

is currently set at for the head of a blue jay.

© 2020 JR


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JR
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Placerville, CA



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