The Blue Jay
the mirror reflected the scene
all was quiet in the in
the studio
suddenly a
loud crash
i went to the window there
you lay
dressed in
blue
of the jay family
i could see you
breath the beat of your
heart
kick your legs move
your tail
you were joined by two companions
perched on the back of the chair they talked to you
pleaded for you to get up then
dropped down beside you
walked around you with concern still pleading
get up get up
i grabbed a towel
i grabbed a towel
i
cushioned you there
placed you out of the sun
i couldn’t help but watch hopeful
you would be ok
at last you hobbled away left
the courtyard
now you have gone
away
the courtyard is empty….
i wonder did
you live through the night or where
the injuries too great
wild things have
few choices get
better or
die
October 14, 2014
5 comments:
Oh how I could see that scene, which you painted so clearly. A bird - a rather large one - hit my window yesterday too, but flew off, thankfully. He hit so hard I was worried. Your closing lines are powerful: "Wild things have few choices/get better or die".
quite imaginative
One wonders how wild life look after themselves. Looking after a caged bird a pet dog or cat can create lots of problems just to ensure they survive . But survival on their own they do naturally. Wonderful take on your verse annelle! You captured the essence of their survival!
Hank
I find myself reading between the lines, of this lovely magpie. Clever and interesting.
I like the subtle way this connects to the prompt...always nice to see you at Magpie!
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