Here is a poem I had published a few years ago.
HOW THE BLUE JAY GOT IT'S COLOUR
the pale jay ached in love above
trilling its stellar melody
and with the spirit of a singing dove
it easily pleased Selene
it crooned its youthful tune
before Selene this night
and then swooned Selene moon
and blue hued up her light
she enlightened the heavens
with her colourful display
but soon the moon was golden again
while her blue had glued to the jay.
like it, Greg, it’s mystical and magical. check out my painting I did several years ago in my next comment.
Blue jays…a member of the corvid family…not so much “bird brains” after all…they’re quite intelligent 
Sometimes I wonder how any animal gets its color … Is it to aesthetically please us humans. … Makes me think there’s a God…because if everything was 100% about survival of the fittest than every bird would be the color of their surroundings…and there’s no red surroundings for a cardinal to blend in with…But please pity a fool…
idk either, flamingos the only ones that make sense, pink cuz of their shrimp consumption.
These birds can afford to be colorful because they have few natural predators. Their coloring has to do with selecting a mate. I remember reading in Darwin that the male sexual selection characteristics are so pronounced in some species that they interfere with the individual male’s survival. This makes sense for some species because there are excess males involved in the competition for mates. Witness the male peacock. Its finery is only for display. It does not enhance the male peacock’s chances for survival.
Good to know they have little predators. My two pet birdies are blue and green and wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to them.
My cat knows not to go in the room with them or else he’ll get in serious trouble…we keep the door closed but when we open it he knows to not come near…but he’s far from obedient…usually
Greg, few months ago, I wrote poem on the Origin of Music.
kind of a weird one, see if I can find it for ya.
The Beginning of Music
by Sheri
First there was a star that was pulled
across the sky like a silver guitar string
then it died and the silence is what
recorded that first sound in harmony
the breakneck speed of time plucking
out notes in the dark arena of space
next there were crashing waves that
pounded like hands on a drum
each beat fluid and in sync with
every motion which was starting
every dance that was yet to be
then there was a humming wind
that pressed hard on the darkness
like keys on an organ and it held
with a gothic energy switching
at times for emphasis and when
it died the silence again was
making it pronounced before words
next there was a screeching bird
that darted up and down like
a bow across a violin since
it was only learning how to play
its part in this world the first bird
whose vocal chords were tested
then there was at last the ones
who would chant in accordance
with the music with archaic
language that grew with them
into songs and dances and
prayers and they used the
silence again as a way to
make every ear tune into
variations we now know today
beautiful poem and beautiful painting.
thank you, my kids curled up asleep in the foof while I painted it, they were like baby birds, ha,
must have been where it came from.
Wonderful poem and painting, Daze.
thanks, honey, keep writing.
