Bluejay
You look at the blue jay with
admiration as he pokes the hazelnut
with his strong beak
and cracks it open
you wish you could hop from the branch
to branch and poke at hard
hazelnuts like he does
you wished you could mimic his song
when he calls his mate
which jumps on the dry tree limb
and before the branch breaks
it flies away undisturbed
you wouldn’t mind changing
places with the blue jay
to let him come into your house
and dust the furniture
to let him clean up the dirty dishes
and after showering let him place
a fluffy white towel on his head
to cover its colourful crest
you wouldn’t mind if it mimicked you
standing before the mirror
and when it discovered
that it gained some weight
to run back to its habit
of eating just hazelnuts
Manolis Aligizakis 