The Garden and its Jay

A worn out home of bricks
Where marriages once lay
Time never fell
For the Garden and its Jay

A shattered vase -
Roses were once of display
Now they’re placed upon grave stones
Where together, they decay

Again the Jay flies home-
A feather dropping on its way -
For an unfamiliar soul to find
And perhaps another, one day

The Jay lands on the petals
With very much to say
Of sticks in the home,
Worms ahead the gateway

In the everlasting Garden
Flowers may gray
But mourning seldom lasts long
Home was the Jay, anyway