The Blue Jay

With her light purple breast that gleams
a blue jay descends to the fallow land
where she dances around in sorrow
like a welding flame that impudently trembles

up and down where her nest was
in the burnt out thicket
and now there is only dust and ash
when sadly she leaves screaming sounds

and keeps fluttering to and thro.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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