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