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Imagine the stories, these feathers must hold
Now wasted, laying here, on the ground
I wonder exactly, who lost these grand pieces
I find myself looking around
The ones in the trees, singing merrily
Can’t be them, not one is perturbed
So who does this plumage belong to?
This quandary, it has me disturbed
Then suddenly, I see him there
His blue outshines the rest
A jay, among the other birds
Feathers missing from his breast
Still he struts with the best of them
Unaware he’s missing his tufts
He flies away, back to his home
With himself, he is quite chuffed
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hintsoflifesite said:
Though I feel for the poor jay, but your poetry is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much. I was sad at first, too, but to watch him carry on like nothing happened was very heart-warming 🙂
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~M said:
Poor little guy!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I know! I felt so badly, watching feathers flying! I don’t think I’ve seen my husband move that fast, trying to find out what happened lol
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anisioluiz2008 said:
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much for sharing!! ❤
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