A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay,
Bold as a Bailiff’s hymn,
Brittle and brief in quality–
Warrant in every line;
Sitting a bough like a Brigadier,
Confident and straight,
Much is the mien
Of him in March
As a Magistrate.

– A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay by Emily Dickinson

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