The Call Of The Jay

by | Jan 12, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry | 0 comments

The call of the jay rips thru still, damp air
Mist rises while a red squirrel fights for his share
As a deer trudges pass all these affairs
No one notices the cardinal’s not there.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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