HER BLUEJAY

Every day a bird comes to play,
He is a beautiful bluejay.

The song he sings is lonely,
He sounds like a professional to her.

She will be sad when he goes away,
But she thinks he will return someday.

As she watched him she saw,
Her bluejay was leaving.

Tears came to her eyes,
As she waved her goodbye.

But to know that she cherished every moment they had,
Made her seem a little less sad.

Then one day a bird came to play,
He was a beautiful bluejay.

Was he not the bird who had left long ago,
He came back to say hello!

She was so glad to see him again,
That her mouth felt dry within.

She is sad when he goes away,
But she knows he will return someday.