Emily Dickinson

The Blue Jay

No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
 
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
 
The snow and he are intimate;
I 've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
 
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
 
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder—terse and militant—
Unknown, refreshing things;
 
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
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