Fly higher, blue jay.

Why must I, really
–care greatly, I mean–
It's not like you are here
nor there. You just exist
in the same universe as me.
Same planet.
Samer.
You are flying like a lost bird
you're making a nest so
close to my tree, sometimes
I look over my shoulder and
there you are
picking up twigs and
drilling up holes.
You make so much noise
and yet, it is when you're
silent that I can't help but
to look over and
–just accidentally–
maybe miss just your littlest
help over here.