The light had barely broken,
When his flutter caught my ear.
Through bleary, sleep-stained, sticky eyes
Upon my sill he did appear.
He’d been bathing in my water course,
And flew up to preen and dry.
His sharp beak raking beneath his wings,
Then arching back, to gaze up high.
A myriad of hues burst out
Of his ever glistening coat,
The morning chorus erupted from
His ever efficient throat.
Twas then, I remembered my training.
(With some small degree of sorrow)
Squeeze, don’t pull. Bang Bang, job done.
The little shit won’t
Waken me up tomorrow!
Hmm. Brings a whole new dimension to "nevermore." Poe, with a Mossberg.
ReplyDeleteTake care,
G
A bit of overkill, wouldn't you say? A slingshot would have done the job just as well, I think. Still.....there are times when you just have to do what you have to do. Nice one, Danny!
ReplyDeleteLinda :)