Within the crowded tree limbs I heard the Blue Jay’s dirge.
Concerned, I yearned to console, but where [there] was the perch?
In the mornings, a multitude of birds warble –
like gathering elusive jewels, a garble bauble.
BUMP, Thump, jump, a bird’s beak is like a hammer
on my windowsill, assertive consuming manner.
Rain and warmth encourages flowers to blossom
And birds respond in kind, a chitchat so wanton.