Blue on White

Stay back! My cap point menaced, as I screeched at the trespassers. Mine! Wings spread and thrumming with purpose, I swooped in arcs, ever closer, from branch to icy branch. Then, in a dizzy drop with an indigo flash, I pounced on the snow and claimed my blueberry prize. Joy.

J.H. Jones, new to writing about what takes her fancy, likes to watch the backyard birds.