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On azure wings he comes to greet the day
His song comes through my window with the light
I hear the squawks and trills of the blue jay
When on the holly branch he does alight
His joyousness and glee are on display
As I rub sleepy eyes still craving night
I would appreciate his daily peep
If he would let me have a bit more sleep!
2 comments:
ha. makes beautiful music...just a little too early....i feel you on that...though i dont mind waking up to them...
I know the feeling of waking to the bird song of feathered early risers except mine were kookaburras and not blue jay
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