How clever is the subtle Stellar Jay
who clamors loud on swaying autumn's branch
and never sings of summer's fair embrace,
nor daydreams of the trysts of spring's last chance.
Yet eyes so sharp the jeweled beetle under bark;
snaps him up, pries her beak once more beneath the bark.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
How clever is the subtle Stellar Jay
who clamors loud on swaying autumn's branch
and never sings of summer's fair embrace,
nor daydreams of the trysts of spring's last chance.
Yet eyes so sharp the jeweled beetle under bark;
snaps him up, pries her beak once more beneath the bark.
NaPo 4/3. Not much time today to write.
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