Oh do be quiet, Mother.

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My mother warned me about characters like you,
Just listen to him, she'd scoff,
rough as they come.
And she had a point,
your garrulous rasp
is a tad coarse.

And what does he do for a living?
she'd argue,
haul cargo from A to B.
She heard you'd been found hoarding goods -
always a sign of a selfish nature (she claimed).

But when you came to whisk me off to a family party,
she had nothing to say.
You were handsome as any she'd seen.
Spruce black tail, clean white at your throat
and a splash of bright blue to catch the eye.
My glorious Jay.

Linking this to d’Verse Poets where Ingrid is inviting us to write a poem or song inspired by the Corvid family of birds.

The Eurasian Jay (Garrulous glandarius) has visited my garden from time to time. I always think his beautiful appearance does not match the grating sound of his call. One of the collective nouns for Jays, is a party.


16 thoughts on “Oh do be quiet, Mother.

  1. I absolutely adore this, writingwhatnots! (Marion?) You had me at the title. Just wonderful to read all the way through. It also fascinates me how birds so often sound nothing like you expect them to! The prettier they are, the more cackly or raspy, it seems! ❤

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