The Blue Jay
The blue jay with a crest on his head
Comes round the cabin in the snow.
He runs in the snow like a bit of blue metal,
Turning his back on everything.
5From the pine-tree that towers and hisses like a pillar of shaggy cloud
Immense above the cabin
Comes a strident laugh as we approach, this little black dog and I.
So halts the little black bitch on four spread paws in the snow
And looks up inquiringly into the pillar of cloud,
10With a tinge of misgiving.
Ca-a-a! comes the scrape of ridicule out of the tree.
What voice of the Lord is that, from the tree of smoke? Oh Bibbles, little black bitch in the snow,
With a pinch of snow in the groove of your silly snub nose.
What do you look at me for?
15What do you look at me for, with such misgiving?
It's the blue jay laughing at us.
It's the blue jay jeering at us, Bibs.
Every day since the snow is here
The blue jay paces round the cabin, very busy, picking up bits,
20Turning his back on us all,
And bobbing his thick dark crest about the snow, as if darkly saying:
I ignore those folk who look out. You acid-blue metallic bird,
You thick bird with a strong crest
Who are you?
25Whose boss are you, with all your bully way?
You copper-sulphate blue-bird!