(Photo, courtesy of ( Solomon Liebowitz)
Ladies and gentlemen look closely. Is it really a bird or is it something else?????? If you can tell what it is please say what you think it is in the comments, Thank you!!!
( dime si sabes lo que es, es un ave o otra cosa)
Sometimes in life things aren't what they seem to be.
Poem by Sara Teasdale
A Winter Blue Jay
Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstasy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstasy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
“Oh look!”
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?