Shrill Felicity
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12-27-2021, 04:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-27-2021, 04:59 PM by Aster. Edited 1 time in total.)
One hour after dawn, Aster had already found a squirrel’s cache of nuts and stolen them for her own breakfast. This put her in a great mood; she was already a chatterbox, but now the blue jay was a singing chatterbox.
“No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity!”
Bobbing up and down on the willow tree, she surveyed the area carefully before hopping down from branch to branch. She wasn’t at the top of the tree anymore—bad place to be, anyway, if there were any hawks in the area—but in the branches closer to the ground, yet still out of easy reach of any carnivore’s paws.
She straightened up on the tree, breathed in deep. Time for the second verse!
“Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.”
// Aster is singing The Blue Jay by Emily Dickinson
“No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity!”
Bobbing up and down on the willow tree, she surveyed the area carefully before hopping down from branch to branch. She wasn’t at the top of the tree anymore—bad place to be, anyway, if there were any hawks in the area—but in the branches closer to the ground, yet still out of easy reach of any carnivore’s paws.
She straightened up on the tree, breathed in deep. Time for the second verse!
“Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.”
// Aster is singing The Blue Jay by Emily Dickinson
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