the blue jay

let me be swift as the blue jay

flying into my bird feeder

not to fill her mouth full with greed

or sit there to own

to persist on living in free food

as if it is her right;

let me, then, move swiftly

taking into heart

life here is but a momentary breath

bringing here nothing

and take home nothing

knowing well in mind

the swiftness of my flight

much, is dependent on my disowning

this bird feeder

my present status!

henry victor      27.05.2007

Note: In photograph is, (perhaps!), a Brewer’s Blackbird (male), a temporary replacement for my Blue Jay in the poem!