By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
dVerse Poets Pub
Poetics: Corvid Poetry
Whiskey Jack you look so sad tonight
not so brilliant blue or famous
as your cousin the striking Blue Jay
Your lamented caw so far out west
calling for family you will never meet
Cousins all well known just not you
Norway to Russia they will live
Revered in Tibet but not gray like you
You wear the color of the Rockies
Listen carefully and you can hear whispers of John Denver singing
Rocky Mountain High with you
Should your habitat be burned
damaged or destroyed by man
You do not fly and you do not flee
Little Gray Jay of Whisky fame
your smart family starts all over again
Foraging for sticks rocks and food
A spirit bird in Canada you are
called Whisky Jack or wiskachaan
by the Indigenous Algonquian
Mimicking other prey birds you
keep danger at bay or sing a sweet
lullaby just to pass the time by
Gray Jay do not be sad this day
other Jay’s can not use their feet
to quickly snatch all silvery things!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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