Blue Flyer

Snow-showers earlier this month (DEC 8th) had me sitting at home listing the many details of routine that I need to get taken care of each and every week...
A flash of blue barrelling past the living room windows caught my eye, "blue jay flyin'," (yes. I actually pointed this out to my cat, Dr. Claudia Seuss, who had comfied up in my lap as I satt listing - wouldn't you? uh, point things like this out to the cat...*sheesh!*) =)
Dr. Seuss flashed me that 1/2 lidded look cats give you when everything is all cool and groovie, and then, she flicked her tail - for good measure.
(I've heard tell that the 1/2 lidded kitty-look is useful in face to face confrontations with lions & tigers - to, um, signal white-flag sentiments like: 'Yo. It's all good. No need to bare any fangs, claws, or git all 'hissy'! - please don't hurt me!', but, hey, my home-kitty is the only one I've actively practiced this random theory on...)
Then... the heater kicked in - and the image of flying $$$-from my pocket book to the SourceGas co. - streaked across my mind's eye, immediately prompting me to look at the digital temp. gauge (Thanks to my sister, The Queen of Panic!, I can see how flippin' cold [or HOT] it is, from the comfort of my favorite chair - the outdoor sensor is tacked up under the car-port, and the indoor one lives on a stand with one of my houseplants.) It's surprising to me - how often I look at this thing...) Anyways...
It all combined in my head & flowed into a jaunty little tune that has been periodically looping through my brain. (yeah. making me a little nuts, don't I just know it - but, well, I kinda like it too... )
I'll share (& spare you the 'jewel tone vocals' that go along with) this diddy:

Blue Jay flies through ashy-white skys -

To the shelter of the evergreen trees.

Kitty flicks her tail as the heater wails -

and the temperature reads, 23.

Oh-o I-i-i

Wonder why -

and who, and how, and where, and when ...

and I-i-i

Remember YOU, (ou, ou)

and the love we shared back then.

_____

Even though, Henry Thoreau described the sound [of a Blue Jay] as being the:

"unrelenting steel-cold scream of a jay, unmelted, that never flows into a song, a sort of wintry trumpet, screaming cold; hard, tense, frozen music, like the winter sky itself."

I'm thinking of leading off my "Christmas letters" with this - and yes, they will all be late, doncha know - that's what I get for losing myself in the diddy - writing little humming songs rather than attending to that (neverending 'to-do') list....

Who knows, and who can say? - perhaps I'll post it all here someday...