|Steller's Jay (Cyanocitta stelleri) Noel Reynolds|
scatter the morning choir
entitlement in your demand
in your denim suit and roman helmet.
Your eyes have no love in them.
To get is all there is. To savour
is to miss the next banquet.
Manners fled your flight path.
Your family a gang of outlaws.
Your beak is a nut cracker.
Your feet are too big for thin branches.
There is no laughter in your throat.
Your heart escapes doubt because
everything belongs to you. In all the world
there is only one note.
(The Antigonish Review, Volume 39 No. 154, Summer 2008)