Haiku 366-95

A brown jay kept “visiting” me this morning while I was writing. It found hopping about on my deck furniture to be an amusing pastime, not to mention staring at me with beady, birdy eyes. Of course, I had to commemorate the occasion.

brown jay and I
contemplate the view
it flies I remain

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