BLUE JAY

To depict a scene in fine detail

With literature adorned with romantic appeal

And sounds as sweet as honeysuckle

Along alliteration's finest shuttle

A verse with words as fine as gold

A prose paragraph describing the new and the old

A crow declaring nevermore

A long and winding road afore

A flower sparkling morning dew

A garden planted great, anew with red and gold and pink and         

  yellow;

In the corner laying a reading fellow

Curled up with a good book

Describing a little brook

Near a little cottage

In a little wood

Hiding underneath the hood of the deep blue sky

The stars above cry

For a bird with a broken wing nearby

Never happy

Never cold

Always dreaming of the old

For that is what it wishes to be one day

Not to die in this fretful way

Not to kiss these tears goodbye

It wishes not to so crudely die

But everyone does; it is no different

It will soon be gone and never be present

For a scene with the stars in the deep blue sky

And a man in a garden reading nearby

In the garden with flowers red, gold, pink, and yellow

With a brook making sounds by which you feel mellow.

To depict this scene for you is grand

So now no more do I command

Than for you to imagine this in your mind

For the unfortunate bird who fell from this land.