Whatever else is going on in the world,
The jay still comes to nibble on my figs,
Pecking furiously at their hard young skins,
Ensuring some won’t make it
To next year’s harvest,
But I don’t begrudge him that:
There’s more than enough to share,
And the bright electric blue of his feathers
Adds a spark of light to the blues in my heart.
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