Resident
Authority
A
blue jay lives on Garland Street,
I’ve
see him on my walks
I’ve
read he is a rough fowl but
never
heard him squawk
and
drive away the lesser birds
that
gather gray and brown
ignorant
of the pecking order
in
his cul-de-sac of a town.
Since
I’ve seen him certainly twice
in
the branches of the oak
I’ll
call him resident, give him rights
greater
than those wee ones he pokes.
He
can harry, he can boast, run them
to
the ground, and they can flutter
in
regions upper,
when
his blue is not around.
For
thirteen years, John Zedolik taught English and Latin in a private all-girls
school, and in 2010 completed his Ph.D., in which he focused on the pragmatic
comedy of the Canterbury Tales. Currently, he is an adjunct
instructor at Chatham University in Pittsburgh. However, he has had many jobs
in his life including archaeological field assistant, obituary writer, and
television-screen-factory worker. His iPhone is now his primary poetry
notebook, and he hopes his negotiation with technology in regard to this
ancient art form continues to be successful.
John,
ReplyDeleteI loved this! I have always had a liking for birds, and all of God's creatures. Welcome to Whispers!
Your friend,
David Fox
The style is artistic.
ReplyDeleteHello John, I love poems that tell stories and I also love birds, so this is the best of both. I enjoyed it! :)
ReplyDeleteHello John. If you are new to Whispers, welcome. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem, "Resident Authority." I enjoyed it. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
And congratulations on receiving your Ph.D.
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