My back reminding me,

I have slept on the ground

underneath a tree.

Awaken by a bluejay comin’  round.


Now that He and I ate together

it’s time for a walk.

Looks like pleasant weather

regardless of bluejays warning squawk.


We wave at the following, leaping squirrel.

Nod to the grazing, edgy deer.

They’ve never gone fishing, yet give it a whirl.

Loud bluejay fills bass with fear.


With our lunch of  bluegill, bass and juice from the berry

We set up a picnic at camp in the trees.

Today, tonight by this lake we tarry.

Bluejay makes the deer laugh, ’tis good to have friends like these.