Little Jay

To me comes Little Jay .
Entranced , I hear it sing .
but soon it flies away .

I passed it on the way .
It had an injured wing .
To me comes Little Jay .

Exclaimed I in dismay
and bandaged its left wing
but soon it flies away .

I feed it night and day
It's hungry , the poor thing !
To me comes Little Jay .

I pray no beast will prey
upon it . How aching !
but soon it flies away .

Whistle to me a song gay
or a murmur of spring.
To me comes Little Jay
but soon it flies away .

~Agatha Lai~

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