My birds, I see them, and since I think fun and deep
I look for the light-hearted, as well as the tender and sweet.
Unfortunately, these birds nest where I do some of my work,
and they tweet, then dive-bomb me like I'm the big jerk!
They’re pretty and cute, and soft, if they'd let me hold them,
but they won’t; they’d just as soon peck my brains out, and then
as they dive-bomb me I turn and swing my clipboard about
and curse as I scrub what they dropped on the grout...
When I was in kindergarten, a big picture book
showed me happy, colorful birds, and then I'd look
out the window at our birds, and always wonder
why ours were all black and beady-eyed, and squabbling for plunder!
...and once, a bird hit a windshield of an oncoming car,
bounced off, and then came directly at ours,
and fatefully bounced off our windshield, too,
and splat! The windshield washer couldn't get rid of its goo.
Green goo.
With raspberries.
Ech.
So here I am, my fifth stanza is taking root,
and I'm still trying to drum-up something cuddly and cute;
but then, you’ll get plenty of that from the other contestants,
so I'll let myself here be as aimless as pheasants!
My dive-bombing birds? They are called "Dickcissel’s"
and when I shout their name, all I issue is a whistle.
Yes, it's true that Dickcissels and I do not get along,
because one of us is being where he doesn't belong!
tweet!
Adding your comment:
I love the birds....all the birds. Even the cowbirds who are the most irresponsible birds in the world. The don't build a nest or take care of their young. They just lay their eggs in someone elses nest and then let others take care of their young. I guess cowbirds are alot like some people I know. Want all the fun, but not the responsibilites. 
Cheers!
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