The caw of the Jay
The blue jay's caw is sinful;
Very simular to the crow.
It tells of somethings brutal;
That could take place in many rows.
In rushing blast, come the wind.
Affirming the jay's caw was right.
The grayness steps foot within;
Bringing with, the black of night.
In the darkness none discerns;
What lays no more than out of sight.
Such reasons are to concern
The utmost, blackest parts of night.
Where creatures lurk, ever near.
To catch a brief glimpse of their dupe.
Driving their prey into fear,
Before making them into human soup.
The blue jay's call is heinous;
Very simular to the crow.
That's why we should take notice
So not to take a fatal blow.
Very simular to the crow.
It tells of somethings brutal;
That could take place in many rows.
In rushing blast, come the wind.
Affirming the jay's caw was right.
The grayness steps foot within;
Bringing with, the black of night.
In the darkness none discerns;
What lays no more than out of sight.
Such reasons are to concern
The utmost, blackest parts of night.
Where creatures lurk, ever near.
To catch a brief glimpse of their dupe.
Driving their prey into fear,
Before making them into human soup.
The blue jay's call is heinous;
Very simular to the crow.
That's why we should take notice
So not to take a fatal blow.
By Evelyn Creon
I have began to have a thing for a little darker poems and stories. This poem was inspired by the screech of a blue Jay and the day coming to an end.
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