Chapter 4

A blue jay has a harsh voice, music which demands, pay attention, pay attention, the baby jay in the bush outside my window calling to his mother, who ignored him, hop hop a little closer, mother love, ain't it a brute... the blue jay is incredible, and I can't describe him, no words come close to this bright fellow, as cocky as a jay, strong as a peacock, it is his cry that demands, he is supposed to be the guardian the reminder to defend the castle, storm the gates, break open the case where the swords are kept the war is here, fight, the blue jay is a gorgeous bird, a cousin to the crow, and say that, I realize that his cry makes more sense, CAW CAW the crow demands and he is makes no amends for wanting you and you and me and thee to pay attention, the blue jay cuts through the air with his cry, I've had the blue jay approach me, sitting in front of my computer, and hearing his cry outside my window, and looking staring, where is he, don't move human, don't want to scare him off, the blue jay pokes his head at the edge of the window, looking in at me, I want to have a family, a herd, jay jay jay jay oh so brilliant blue, SCREECH, and the baby opens his mouth, the beaks strong, and the voice, ... demanding, that's the thing, how can anyone ignore such a cry... what's the language, what's the words, the vocabulary what does he mean, blue jay, when he talks to me, maybe I should ruminate on that, and sit in a park one day, keep an eye out for jays, want them to be more than flit flit flash and that agonizing sweet cry, if the language is limited, the emotions are not... that's a bird's language, his EMOTIONS, see if you can hear how he feels in what he says... it isn't hard, if you choice to accept your assignment, Mr. Phelps, this tape will self-destruct in ten seconds, the Jay and his remarkable beauty is a gift... enjoy...