A Mystery Blue Jay

Enjoying breakfast at noon in Denny's restaurant, eating, glancing up in time to see a tall man with a Bluejay's tee-shirt on. His presence was austere, silently commanding, as this guest stood momentarily before sitting down at a booth. Asking my husband who are the bluejays? I've never heard of them! Replying he says, 'I think they're a baseball team, why? ' Telling him what I observed, then our conversation went back to eating breakfast. Just this little poem as a memento, to a stranger I happened to see across the restaurant.