I Wanted To Give a Bird the Bird
iron snail scalloped decorative lamp in the evening light
I saw her in the distance and she seemed less bright
I walked quite close and saw a pompous pigeon proud and perky.
She was staring at a distant field, ogling a hideously ugly turkey.
You are way too pretty for that old geezer, I said to the bird.
She pointedly looked my way and said, “Don’t be absurd!”
This surprised me so hard I fell back and hit my head on a branch.
Falling with my salad, losing every scoop of my ranch.
A crow came by and made fun of me, heckling like mad.
If I had not been laughing so hard, it might have been sad.
That’s the last time I try to help a prissy pigeon, believe me.
The last I saw of her, she was flying with a squirrel to a tree.
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