Birds In the Bay

Birds in the Bay

A crow and a jay
On the rocks by the bay
Never wanted to leave
The nest they had dreamed of

After both once bereaved
The jay would always sing
The crow always cry
Solace in a place once empty

The sound of their sound
Echoed off the waves
They lapped at the rocks
And the calls making music

The pain, they fought through it
Together they needed no one else
The sad song and beautiful lyrics
Mingled a tune understood by all

The jay and the crow called all day
Albums at a time, pitch perfect
The jay sang and sang and sang
The crow would cry softer each note

The waves would calm, the sun set
Sunset setting rays piercing the bay
The moon would rise, the air thin
The calls cease, waves grew louder

The crow and the jay would roost
A nest they built fit for two
Two little avians retract their wings
Each others feathers keeping warm

Quiet at once, the moon rising still
Soft cooing would contain
Sentiments once shared
No sound needed, no gift ungiven

The crow and the jay
Whom lived in the bay
Sang stories every day
Loving in their own way

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

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