Jay

I saw a scrub jay on the deck. That’s rare –
I never winter-spotted one before.
A lookup says they’re common – but I stare
with interest out my windows all the more
now I’m retired, and in fact it’s fair
to state, since Covid first secured my door,
I watch while I compose each metric word,
and till today I haven’t seen this bird.

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