My favorite summer day

Is sitting on the porch

Cloud blankets above lay

No way will my skin scorch

My arms feel damp and cool

Rain patters thought the leaves

Eyes capture flying jewels

Red birds zip by green trees

I give a little sigh

I do not feel alone

Blue jays fly down from high

And land near feeding zone

A chipmunk eating seeds

No way he wants to share

He jumps at jay in weeds

Throwing out a dare

Blue jay flies up to tree

And looks down from a branch

Chipmunk returns to seeds

While blue jay waits for chance

When chipmunk's back is turned

Blue jay swoops down and squawks

Acting as if he's burned

Or heard a soaring hawk

Chipmunk darts towards his house

And does not reappear

Blue jay is now alone

His triumph call I hear