I sat quietly on the bed
watching the garden’s performance.
Lilies emerging from stalks with
rose buds unfolding their charm.
Birds swooping and pausing
to splash in the sprinkler’s spray.
I was startled by the collision
as you hit the window full force.
You landed on your feet, fixed.
Your eye’s gently closed as
your beak slowly opened like
an old man beginning a nap.
I spoke softly at your side
but there you stood, stunned.
Praying silently for your life I
pleaded with you to fly away.
Your beak began to close as
one eye gave me a wink.
You stood like a beautiful sculpture
in the garden, surrounded by life.
Hues of blue with soft feathers
of grey, this was not your day to die.
Your silent restoration gave you flight
to live in another beautiful day.
This happened during the week and I became connected to this bird as I watched the event unfold. I'm not a fan of Blue Jays because they shriek and bully the smaller birds (not to mention they crap on everything). While I got down on my knees (no easy feat) he became another living creature that I desperately wanted to live.