Birds
The sparrow’s endless knowledge
makes the owl get uptight
the owl’s got true wisdom
but he operates at night
the magpie keeps on chirpin’
that the raven’s coming near
that rappin, yappin, tappin,
nevermore I wish to hear
and as I look up into the morning sky
four and twenty blackbirds
escape from a pie
the king is in his counting house
numbers are his words
but all I hear are birds
The rooster cheats upon his hen
with an old peacock
as he thinks about the lovely swan
and then he hears a knock
someone’s called a film crew
and the ghost of old Hitchcock
the dirty bird says “spread the word,
there’s pigeons in our flock"
and as I look up
the feathers start to fly
celluloid like rocket tails
goes streaming ‘cross the sky
the rooster hits the pigeon
with fowl adjectives and verbs
but all I hear are birds
Some say the raven and the hawk
are planning on a coup
the owl and the sparrow
argue til their beaks are blue
the magpie says, “I told you so,
my dreams are coming true”
the rooster mounts
the king just counts
so nothing much is new
and as I look up
into the evening sky
the pigeon’s disappearance
leaves the hens to wail and cry
a rapping and a tapping
starts ringing in my ear
but birds are all I hear
Copyright © Art Wright | Year Posted 2013
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