RHYME WITH ME

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Aug 11, 2021 

Backdoor to my cottage lives a pair of blue jays
I hear them talking every morning day by day 
What do you think is on their mind I dare say?
But by midday of each day hold on that’s today
I ask them to pray they reply to its not funny Fay
We rather come out to play it that kind of day
Funny love fades away you no longer have a say
I do miss the Blue Jays in the joyous month of May
For PwindaykyE poetry KGLA

 

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