The mother bird thought she had passed every test
When deep in the bush she had hidden her nest.
She faithfully sat until all eggs were hatched
Until without warning, one nestling was snatched.
First the bush rustled and the mother bird squawked
When from out of the bushes, the lone blue jay walked
Out to the yard, his direction was angling
While from his beak, a bare wing was dangling
You could hear every bone snap and when down he did crunch
Enjoying the nestling he’d picked for his lunch.