The family began its visit early July,
mum with four young ones
landing daily to feed and drink,
the young played as the young do.
This troop of feathered regal colours,
white, grey, royal blue, and black.
Blue Jays, loud and proud
welcomed visitors to the Pond.
Mid July one began to lag behind.
When his siblings flew off, he remained.
Spending his days and nights
sheltered under furniture in solitude.
Seed and water were offered daily,
which he shared with doves and squirrels.
His kin never returned, perhaps they knew.
Yet he shouldn’t have been left alone.
His last day was spent in a haze
surrounded by doves, giving him peace.
When he passed birds, squirrels, chipmunks
keened his loss. It was a sad day.
His grave was dug amongst yews
and was gently laid to rest covered
with blossoms of daisies and hosta’s.
All sounds and songs ceased.
Ever since his final day, the family has returned.
Slowly one by one, I wonder if they seek him,
but I still ask where were you when he needed you?
As it is with humans, you are loved or not.
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