There once sat a jay at my window,
Withal she flew astray when the wind blew,
Although I miss her as I gaze unto the bramble,
My heart has grown fond of her halcyonic gambol.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
There once sat a jay at my window,
Withal she flew astray when the wind blew,
Although I miss her as I gaze unto the bramble,
My heart has grown fond of her halcyonic gambol.
