Blue Jay in April
This one’s neck
skinny like someone
tried choking him
for supper
then realized
he wasn’t a chicken
tail fuzz still evident,
body ballooned around
scrawny parts.
Too stubborn
to know he’s ugly,
our hero hammers
every seed on the tray
for the best bride
of the year,
her eyes greedy
beak already open
to receive his gifts.
Sandra Soli's poems, flash fiction, and photography have appeared in more than sixty journals, most recently accepted by Burnt Bridge, Parody, Ruminate, and War, Literature, and the Arts. Recipient of the 2008 Oklahoma Book Award in poetry, Sandy enjoys collaborative projects with artists in multiple disciplines.
