Backdoor to my cottage lives a pair of blue jays I hear them talking every morning day by day What do you think is on their mind I dare say? But by midday of each day hold on that’s today I ask them to pray they reply to its not funny Fay We rather come out to play it that kind of day Funny love fades away you no longer have a say I do miss the Blue Jays in the joyous month of May For PwindaykyE poetry KGLA