The blue jay crashed
onto the branch
from the tip of his beak
to the claws of his feet.
On a twig of that branch
perched a chickadee
chirping her song
to some Immensity.
To my delight,
she held to her melody,
“Chick a whoa! Chick a wee!!
Chick a de de de!!!”
I strive to be
like Ms Chickadee,
singing in the face of
adversity.
And in this worlds
bird brained perversity,
keeping nest in serene
equinimity.
Poems by Ken 