Backyard Drama
Sparrows fornicating on the fence.
Not the only ones offending,
without paying any rents.
Squirrel sneaks in on the sly,
birdfeeder seeds catch his eye,
dangling by his hindlegs from on high,
snatches seeds and spits them, bye.
Mockingbird sees that squirrel on the fence,
chases him relentlessly for that offense.
Has his own stash of asparagus fern seed.
Carefully rations the red berries to his need.
A sparrow returns with three larger chicks,
pecks at the bread, and then feeds her young,
regurgitating starch, some for each one.
"Yummy, mommy, can I have some?"
Mourning doves arrive to peck on the bread,
they built a nest, must keep their chicks fed.
A whole generation of birds now obese,
so fat they can't fly... what have we done?
Coo...coo... my oh, my... fat fun...!
Cat sneaks in to get his due, while a
mourning dove escapes into the window.
Dazed on the fence to gather its composure,
the bird somehow survives innuendo.
A cardinal thinks he has cardinal rule,
sees himself in the window and chases the fool.
Hits the window many times in anger,
the fool fools himself, sexy gang banger.
Lucky he doesn't die, the doppelgänger.
High on the wire a peregrine watches.
His nest is near, hidden in pine swatches.
Though never seen making a kill,
his chicks always get fed their fill.
Mud hens awkwardly fly to the line.
With orange legs gawkingly,
skewed out of time,
what reason, their ryhme.
Jihad has arrived from the sky,
large white splotches acidify,
on shiny new paint jobs,
"here's mud in your eye."
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
4/26/12
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Regis
Thanks,
Mark Walters
Lady Mary Ann
fee
and they christened my patio cushion! Those bird "pearls"
I love the rhythm and the dancing rhyme!! this is how it is
in my yard too...i gotta smile too since the whole bird fornication
is crazy! they nearly smack into me somedays cause they are so
"into each other" lol
Bird Songs & Water Basins
Vickie
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Nicely done, Ronald.
Anna
Blessings,
Christine
backyard played out in such
entertainment of words *Ron*
Lady Vivian
BIRD POOP IS OFT'TIMES A 'CARDINAL SIN' ...
Diana...
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Sheila
your opening line's a gem and the final one
a killer! allow me share a little story
re that opening line: many many years ago
as i stepped out of the Sistine Chapel
after viewing and marveling at Mickey Angelo's
beautiful work there on the parapet were two
Italian sparrows going at it like there was
no tomorrow, hopping on and off with such
alacrity and enviable frequency...no respect,
no respect
Love your poem, Ron
john