Blue jay

Standing on the edge;
on the tiny little ledge,
on the tiny little ledge.

I take one last breath;
on the verge on death,
on the verge of death.

I close my eyes;
on the way to demise,
on the way to demise.

But then I begin to think;
on the brink,
on the brink.

This does not make sense;
on the fence,
on the fence.

I look over and see a blue jay;
on the beautiful bay,
on the beautiful bay.

And then again at the ledge;
on the small edge,
on the small edge.

I take a step back;
on the right tack,
on the right track.

And find my blue jay;
I’ll be okay,
I’ll be okay.

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