Photo of a scrub jay, a handsome headshot, in profile view. He’s decked out in a happy blue, with a beard of white feathers training from under his chin and down his neck making him look older than he is. This bird’s got attitude. His beak is open as if he’s got something to say.

Song

Scrub jay lands
and skids across the black ice,
past the peanut
I threw there on purpose,
then flaps his wings once
to keep from falling down.

He looks forward.
he looks back.
He squawks:
What the bleep?
Dirty trick!
Who did this to me?
So many lyrics in a one-note song.