The jay is what it should be
old and worried
about mortality
coolest bird on the block
knows harshness
knows love better
I have seen many winds
and rainy days
but the jay's wind blows
a fresh, pure breeze
death will come for sure
but my jay deserve an immortality of sorts
it's how it should be,
surely?
Fly jay, fly
to your final nest
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