Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Potpourri of Poetry

        Little Blue Jay

Little blue jay looks at me,
he picks at the grass.
Little blue jay looks at me,
he grabs a worm.
Little blue jay looks at me,
tugging, tugging-at last!
Little blue jay looks at me,
he flies away in joy.
                                 V.L.

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