Bluejays chirping at my window,
Waking me up from sleep,
I stay awake because I want to hear them.
The sound of their wings fluttering
makes me want to come out,
They turn to stare at me,
Making me feel like I did something wrong.
Then I stare back into their beady brown eyes,
And remember that they love their food,
So I go back inside,
Finding breadcrumbs from my toast to give them.
I sprinkle crumbs all over the yard.
They dive for their food,
Pecking towards those that had bread with their pure black beaks,
I laugh merrily.
Their eyes seem to say that they want me to stay,
I say goodbye,
And they seem to do the same,
I walk to my mom’s car where she is waiting to drive me to school,
And when I come out to see the birds after school I jump and laugh,
I came back through the garden where I found a big worm,
It was as long as my arm!
I picked it up and went back to them,
Where they fought for their food,
I began peeling two birds off of one that were attacking for the bread,
I laughed for what seemed the hundredth time,
And I ran towards them for a game of tag,
Where they took off.
And I don’t notice that there are houses around me,
I don’t realize where I am,
I just feel like I want to play,
And you know what?
No matter how many times they beg me for food,
Or how many times they woke me up,
I love them.