smileyfish
Ex-Bluelighter
For the birds…
I.
Butcher bird, ruffled and fluffed,
Patrolling piebald plumage
Puffed with beaked determination,
Perched, perchance, before me.
Keenly watch with dewy dark eye,
Head inclined; steady gaze betrays
Staged nonchalance, and your
Dismayed discovery of mine.
Black bibbed marauder brightly
Begging, what worth the bother
With grubs: be grateful and charm
With chirrups and glistened gaze.
II.
Bold as you please, the maggie hops
Upon my working table, stops
To peck at scattered crumbs, then goes
A-clacking on his scaly toes
Across my papers strewn about,
Unconcerned with human clout;
Strides as though he owns the place,
Eyebrows etched on blackened face;
Stops and turns to ponder me,
Bright-eyed with curiosity,
Warbles his melodic song,
Leaves a gift, then he’s gone.
I.
Butcher bird, ruffled and fluffed,
Patrolling piebald plumage
Puffed with beaked determination,
Perched, perchance, before me.
Keenly watch with dewy dark eye,
Head inclined; steady gaze betrays
Staged nonchalance, and your
Dismayed discovery of mine.
Black bibbed marauder brightly
Begging, what worth the bother
With grubs: be grateful and charm
With chirrups and glistened gaze.
II.
Bold as you please, the maggie hops
Upon my working table, stops
To peck at scattered crumbs, then goes
A-clacking on his scaly toes
Across my papers strewn about,
Unconcerned with human clout;
Strides as though he owns the place,
Eyebrows etched on blackened face;
Stops and turns to ponder me,
Bright-eyed with curiosity,
Warbles his melodic song,
Leaves a gift, then he’s gone.
