by Sarah Fraser
When I see a bluejay
I am reminded of my Grandmother
(Bluejays were her favorite bird)
She visits me on rough days
and
On contemplative days
She flies over my head
Sometimes I see her at my window
In the winter
When I can’t get out of bed
She caws into the sunlight
Sporting feathers brilliant blue
Someday I will be a bluejay too
photo credit: Chad George, Unsplash
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