Squawk.

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My Nature Poem, For You.

 

The Blue Jay stands a fearless watch, for all the other birds.

And when the hawk comes swooping through, they all let runny turds.

 

Thank you.  And.  Good Night.

Or Good Morning.  Whichever the case may be.

 

 

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