Flirting with Death

It’s much easier to lie

in the afternoon light,

steady’s the humming

bird that takes flight.

Oh whispering wind

forgive me tonight,

how flirting with death

has been a delight.

blue jay’s back

blue jay’s back, cloaked in sun

hopping from grass to concrete

his colors I lack, flutter from wings

they drift-float-and-pass all around me

as I turn my back, cloaked in shade

I can’t tell if he’s mocking or loves me