The Bird
Their delicate wings flutter in the wind,
Their glossy bossy speckled eggs,
Their soft blue heads as silky as a plum ,
Their sharp beak as strong as a grizzly bear,
Their twinkling beetle black eyes shining like a million stars,
Their pink noodle like lunch being slurped down by their young,
Their delicately woven twig home made in the old oak tree,
The blue jay.