a feast of jays

half a dozen jays
are in the plum tree,
shrieking their delight
and coloring the walks
red beneath them
with dropped plunder

the dogs and I tip-toe
through their battlefield
but still come through with
sticky shoes, sticky paws,
and the cries of the flying
in our ears

© Sarah Whiteley

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