Blue Jay

A Poem

By Ben D’Alessio

***This poem first appeared in Young Ravens Literary Review, Issue 18***

I know this blue jay,
he doesn’t bother anyone.
His wings repel the mist
that sprinkles from winter skies
like stardust landing on a cat’s whisker.
I know this blue jay
He doesn’t need anyone.
Quiet is the night,
until the raptor is spotted
in the tall, tall oak,
whose screak he imitates
with barbarity and fervor.
He finds succor in the Japanese cherry blossom
reborn each spring
in the salt air.
For reasons kept secret
the blue jay returns,
year after year,
and will not leave us as orphans.

Ben D’Alessio is the author of five novels, several short stories, and a sundry assortment of musings. He’s also a legal services attorney in New Jersey and podcast co-host for The Reckless Musecast. You can find his work at www.bendalessio.com.