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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 8, 2013

Jay

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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!