Blue Jay

I caught this blue jay one day,
she's a beauty, I must say...
I treated her to affection and taught her to stay,
She'd chirp and sing to me everyday.

I'd crack unwise jokes and she'd let me have my way,
We'd go out into fields and feel the breeze,
often I'd let her leave and fly into the wilderness of thieves;
fortunately, she'd return but speak little of where she had been.

I'd have to curse and caress her until she'd sing,
the beauty of music is how it makes you feel,
the flip side is the ambiguity that is overwhelming as a shrill.
So I was always lost in translation trying to decipher her will...

I often cut my heart out my heart out and put it on the table,
A thing she seemed not to fathom but kept her composure to guard her ego,
yet her mind went wild like horses let loose out a stable,
and I lay there beguiled and convinced by her melodious fables.

I used to enjoy singing with her,
we were always in harmony despite the times we'd spur.
I blame myself for I always pushed her far,
and her emotions would stir and jump out of her like fur

She'd always keep silent and I hated to see her sulk,
So I'd poke and poke, and sh'ed swell up like the hulk.
Alas, She'd never express her rage, she'd contain it and let it lay in bulk.
It daunted me and I'd percolate but learned to steam off.

Time spilt us apart, and when she'd sing I'd never hark,
I was miles away in parks laying back and watching birds.
Sometimes I would flirt, that's when the problems start,
but what drew us apart was Ivy in our hearts,

A melange of broken trust, miscommunication, and fettered lust,
burning fires of desire driven by expectations unmet,
and deep within loud yet unheard, our souls were tumultuous,
I bet we could have gone far had we tried to re-strategize...

Now we're enacting crabs in a barrel so much for being mammals,
I should have caged her, so much for a bird in hand,
Now she's somewhere out there in the sky flying- obviously
Ayeh, they say if you love someone, you have to set them free.