the rowdy bluejay

i've never

seen

so many birds in my life

on the fence

in the back yard.

black, red, yellow,

blue.

they're waiting for me to put

more seed

into the bird feeder.

they're fluttering their wings

and making

a racket with

their individual

chirping.

i open the window

and yell out

at them.

i'm coming, be patient, i'll

be down

shortly.

keep your shirts on.

and hey you, yeah you,

Mr. Bluejay,

stop with the fights.