Busted

He looks at me when he hears the camera fire, and we see that blue jay attitude that says, "Just who the Hell do you think you are?" But after all, he's known me since he was a chick (and so have you), as we have waited for the perfect light to set him off, and so he holds for one more shot in the gold of dawn. I fletch my arrows blue and white to think of him when I draw the bow to light the air.