Blue Jay

A poem about a lone blue jay and his song.

Blue Jay

 

A single Blue Jay,

On an oaktree branch,

Reciting his song,

His lovely song,

Nonstop.

 

That little bird,

Is desperately tired,

But he continues on,

Reciting his song,

His lovely song,

Nonstop.

 

Deep in the bushes,

A hunter will watch,

And ready his gun,

But the little Blue Jay will continue,

Reciting his song,

His lovely song,

Nonstop.

 

The hunter strikes,

The hunter kills,

And the Blue Jay falls,

But the wind continues,

The sun still shines,

And the Blue Jay dies,

Reciting his song,

His lovely song,

Nonstop.

 

 

                   -CBH

Author's Note

So, out of all of my poems, which do you think is the best? PLEASE comment, and PLEASE check out my book, The Diamonds, and tell me if I should continue. Thank you:)

Reviews

[Saumya]

oh this was sooo sweeet..!!!!
but the ending made me sad..... :(
very well expressed...!!!
well done....!!!