The Blue Jays Tale

 

A marvelous scheme of shades of blue 

Mingled with white and black and gray

An intricate pattern does on my back imbue

A mosaic masterpiece, as some might say

Nuts and berries are my fav'rit thing

But I love to play the peanut game

To grab and run like a dart you fling

I'm here, I'm gone, the nut's the same

I squawk  a loud, unpleasant sound

Which sometimes warns of hawks to fear

No songbirds tweets or chirps are found

Just a warning of danger, when it is near

I'm not a bully as some might think

But like all nature, when you are large

You get your turn quick as a wink

You ain't no private, you are a sarge'

Blue is a color and also my name

I'm here to brighten your colorless day

I'm quick and smart and have much fame

I'm the one and only, American Blue Jay

     

     

A bluebird named Red

 There once was a bluebird named red

Who obsessed with the thought in his head

If you want to believe that you're not what you are

Then call yourself whatever you wish

But I'll not be convinced, you're a fish.

Sparrow's Song

 WHITE -THROATED SPARROW'S SONG

Like a child, who is just learning to whistle

Softly and clearly, distinctly I sing

Neither loud nor boistrous as some in my world

Just sweet trills of joy do I try to bring

I'm small and really don't cause much trouble

But some in my tribe cause others much pain

I don't think they know the woe they inflict 

The right to survive, is the  prize they must gain

I'd like to think that there's room at the end

For all to survive, in this short span we live

For those who were here from the outset of things

And those imported have value to give.

So don't blame all sparrows for the things that are wrong

There's one out of forty that causes the harm

I was here at the outset and cause you no worry

I'm bright and cheery, and bring a song full of charm.

Prayer:

Lord, thank you for this short span we live

Thanks for wings to fly, and voice to sing

I pray you'd guide these human folk

To know the good guys from the bad

I hope my songs will touch their hearts

Amen

In 1850 a New Yorker imported a small cage of European house sparrows (HOSP) from England and released them in Central Park. There were already over 40 specie of sparrows in North America. Well intended, it has resulted in unfortunate behavior over the past 150 years that threatens other indigenous specie. Because they are not native, they began evicting and even executing existing birds to take over their nesting habitat. The most treasured and threatened are the bluebirds. Often the bluebird protectors imply that all sparrows are the enemy and the only solution is elimination of all sparrows. Nothing could be further from the truth, as only one of the 40 varieties demonstrates this violent behavior. I wrote this so others can see that ALL sparrows are not the enemy. Most are quite docile creatures who add value to the bird world and should be protected so they can propagate their kind. Read the poem again.

Wren in a willow

There's a wren in a willow wood 

Flies so high and sings so good

And he brings to you, what he sings to you

Like my brother the wren and I

Well, he told if I try, I could fly for you

And I want to try for you, 'cause

I want to sing you a love song

I want to rock you in my arms all night long

I want to get to know you

I want to show you, the peaceful feelin' of my home