Thunk! As the piñon jay hit the window;
I heard it from the greenhouse not far away,
and as I looked, albeit with a bit of trepidation,
I saw the creature from behind, dazed of course,
trying to get her bearings, and in two beats
of a heart, she toppled to her side;

Now I hastened over, picked the bird up,
turned it over to face me, his eyes wide open
in question, though no signs of brain bleed, and,
doubtless still dazed, I stroked his indescribably
exquisite indigo head, chest, spoke tenderly to him,
coal black eyes never leaving mine, asking why,
why would you do something like this,
and please tell your tribe to cease
this destructive habit, nothing we have done,
from hawk decals to hanging cd's has worked,
and the jays and doves, the most sturdy of birds,
continue their intermittent hits;

One leg was folded up, the other outstretched,
and as I felt momentum building, I placed her
on the rock wall and she promptly listed nearly
over, yet as I ventured again to pick her up,
a loud squawk emitted from the beak, and I felt
like well, with that kind of response, perhaps
she would make it, and as I turned to go,
I sensed her taking flight, and looking back,
no bird was left in that spot, and I am left
to wonder, as ever, if I saved or simply
prolonged this exquisite winged life for just
a little longer.

Stellar jay, New Mexico ~ bj 2022