A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds <br />And soft, glistening blue. <br />Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires <br />And snowy flurries, too. <br />I peeked out beyond the open curtain <br />At the big, flowering rhododendron. <br />There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly. <br />Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me, <br />Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift <br />From the azure sky. <br />We might even think some of pure heaven <br />Is in flight when blue jays fly. <br />This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch <br />In the green blooming shrubbery outside my window. <br />By boughs of cool leaves like sheaths <br />All at once it paused for a moment <br />And surprisingly looked up at me from below.<br /><br />Gayle Sweeney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blue-jay/
