I remember when I flew
the nest. On my own to fend,
I questioned what should I do
A juvenile Blue Jay is sitting
on our back fence, quiet,
very unlike an adult; the grown ones learn
early on that life is chase and catch
or wither and die.
Very much I long for her to stay
pleasantly at peace.
In place. Soaking up
on the pond, chattering
under the crisp late Spring
breezes that have followed
this morning’s cold front.
The day that started
dank and smothering has been blown
clean behind the zone. The moon becomes
crystal, the sky glass,
the few clouds exclamations.
Still I know that birds must get busy
being birds. They haven’t
the luxury of time to sit
on the fence observing
unless it’s for food… or predators.
Like Monday through Friday, thinking
gets in the way of worm gathering,
Life moves quickly, young bird.
Get a flap on!