I sit alone, contemplating my day.
Tasks await as I spin away the time
just sitting here.
I conclude in my mind that it is time to act.
I rise and drift outside, broom in hand.
I begin my chore moving back and forth when
a sound catches my ear.
I survey the scene looking for the cause of the sound.
I spot it alas, perched atop my roof.
“Don’t you do it, Jay Bob,” I beseech.
“Please be a dear.”
I finish my duty with one final stroke.
I look around, satisfied with my achievement.
I abandon the outside and close my door just as
he lets out a jeer.
He begins his destruction to my fine accomplishment.
He throws sticks and leaves, the cocky little Jay.
I watch my walkway become contaminated again.
It will ne’er stay clean I fear.