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.

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