A Fledgeling Jay
The jays were raising
such a ruckus I had to
join in and find out
the truth that pained them.
It wasn't the cat only:
the young one grounded
trying to fly, fly
like Mom, like Dad, strain
and fret. fear because the cat
stalked relentlessly.
July 17, 2011 9:38 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.