Hipper than thou,
the bluejay abides.
Easier on the eyes
than a corduroy jacket.
Far better racket
than vampire ukelele.
That bluejay calls daily
from low in the hedge
by the granite ledge
in the back yard, son.
Loud as a cannon.
Man, I like that music —
hipper than yours, it
makes things happen.
Dark Matter 
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