Peteblue

I
Remember
A day,
Where I found
This sick bluejay in our backyard.
He just kept hopping all around.
I went to chase him
Out of our yard,just for fun.
Then I realized he was sick
And helpless.
I felt sick inside.
So sick and sad.
I went inside and grabbed two paper towels.
Then I ran back outside and caught him.
He wasn't hard to catch.
He didn't struggle at all.
He just seed so out of it.
I brought him out to a little green field
Near our house
And released him.
He hobbled about,mostly going in circles,
Or back and forth.
I named him Pete,because it seemed like
The right thing to do.
I kept talking to him,
Telling him to fly,
That he couldn't die,
Or I would be sad and cry
Over  him.
We sat there for an hour or so in the
Hot sun.
I kept urging him to fly,fly away from this place,
To be with his own kind,because here wasn't safe.
I fended him from the other things trying to kill
And eat him.
I just couldn't let him die.
I took him back to our house
And sat in our backyard again.
Watching him,hoping he would make it through
The night.
I woke up the next morning,only to find him
Dead and beautifully blue.
I was so sad inside,my heart ached
Like nothing before.
I wept,wept for him.
Just like I promised.


I still think about you so often.