Blue jay
This loud, proud ruler of the trees
Wears muted blue, gray, white, and black.
His movement is sure for all to see,
His shrill voice a ruckus calliope
Blue jay
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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