Reflections On a Crime

A town in Georgia had a rash Of crimes; the perp was bold and brash, Destroying mirrors on the side That automakers do provide. The cops assumed that it was teens ‘Cause pranks are part of teenage genes Until a neighbor strolling by The mirror-basher did espy. It wasn’t kids, but what occurred Was vicious pecking by a bird Who likely thought, as theories go, His mirror image was his foe. It goes to show, don’t jump the gun Accusing teens or anyone. When mirrors somehow end up wrecked, That perp might just be one who pecked.