A blue jay soars downward like a falcon returning to an outstretched gauntlet. He swerves up at the last minute, perches on a branch of the maple overhanging the deck.
Not for long. A robin flies up, thrusts his beak into the blue jay’s breast. They flutter. Then the blue jay takes off.
one orange breast thrusting
through the canopy
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Bill Williams
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