My Pet Jay

Moses, born at the waterside,
but reared at home, was heard
and seen over gardens glide -
a lovely, loving bird!

Crooning perched beside my head
would fondly preen my lash;
or flutter on my father's tread
his wings a blue-white flash.

He loved to throw the spoons or knives
for fun, across the floors,
and make some sudden foolish dives
at windows - as open doors.'

He also loved forbidden fruit
that grew in alien ground:
police were called to judge the suit
but laughing, hedged around.

Though whistled, failed to home one night,
but hushed and cold he lay,
a happy life for human spite -
my sweet, my pretty jay.

E. Morgan

Is this by Eddie Morgan "Twitch", our Latin teacher?

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