Silent Blue Jay

by Maple Tree   Jul 23, 2014


Her wings were a velvety blue,
pale hush of tears lie deep
upon the river bank
where she rests her dying
feathers.

A fallen Blue Jay
has sung her last song,
melodies become
polluted, for the lazy
fisherman carelessly
trashed another birds
chance at life.

It's just a bird he sighs,
as the forest goes silent.

They have all passed on.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I always love reading your nature pieces and this one did not disappoint. It holds so much meaning within it. We all love to focus on the beauty of nature...the forests, lakes/oceans, mountains, animals, flowers, etc... we appreciate the beauty as a whole but not as an individual. It's always it's "just a bird" but no one ever stops to think that if every one thought that way, if everyone killed a bird, a tree, a flower thinking it's just one, what will it hurt? ....there wouldn't be any nature left for us to enjoy.

    The imagery without the whole piece is wonderful, as always. I see the small blue jay, her once vibrant, velvet wings now drenched with water creating a matted look and then the fisherman glancing at it for just a second and thinking that since it is 'just a bird' it is no significance to him. Very sad.

    <3

  • 9 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This also invoked much natural emotion in me with the sad, yet beautiful imagery

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