fly away
oh blue jay in an open cage,
come out and play, with me.
and let us make a nest of
dry grass and small twig,
in the tallest branch
of a nearby tree.
we could fly away, only to
come back
to our waiting young,
with the wild bush-berries we picked
and the earthworms we had dug,
but we had thrown up in their mouths,
in a way a song bird had sung.
in the dew of morning and
in the darkness of night,
let us rest among our nearby tree,
and gaze into the brightest light.
oh, blue jay in an open cage,
come out and sing, with me.
