Saturday, July 18, 2009

BLUEJAY



SOFTLY SINGING
TO THE BLUEJAY
WHO DECIDED
WE WERE FRIENDS
WHILE HE STANDS
AND LISTENS TO ME
SINGS ALONG AND
LOVE HE SENDS

LITTLE FEET THAT
HOLD HIM PROUDLY
TINY HEAD THAT
MOVES ABOUT
FEATHERS BLUE AND GREY
PLACED NEATLY
NOW AND THEN
HE'LL GIVE A SHOUT

MAYBE IT'S A
SHE NOT HE BIRD
MAYBE I DON'T
REALLY KNOW
JUST THAT IT COMES
CALLING ON ME
ALL THIS STARTED
YEARS AGO

WHEN I'M SAD AND
DEEPLY TROUBLED
STANDING UP
AGAINST THE PAIN
I WILL SEE MY
LITTLE BLUEJAY
BACK TO WISH
ME WELL AGAIN


Bobby Jameson July 18, 2009