A Winter Bluejay

Poem By Sara Teasdale

It would be nice to know,
Those I had chosen to follow...
Were not secretly making attempts,
To sabotage my interests.

Since that would make no sense at all...
Especially,
If I carry on my back the maps...
I belabored over to detail a safe journey.

I'm sure 'someone' is aware of that?
I hope no one in front whispering,
Believes I follow...
Because I have nothing else to do.
And I hope the one giving them attention,
Knowing what I have in my possession...
Isn't easily deceived,
'IF' arriving to their destiny is a priority for all.

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