by Flo’
Every morning, I heard the blue jay singingand I sang with her. She waited for me
on her branch when I went to school and
we spent the day together. We were always
together, no matter what happened.
But one day, I had to move and Miss Jay
couldn’t come with me. I went to a dark
and cold country where she wasn’t allowed
to be because the king didn’t like birdsongs.
This lasted for six years until that day;
I was walking under the gray sky when I
saw a blue jay singing in the rain.
And the sun started to shine again.