Ruffled Feathers
RUFFLED FEATHERS
We tramp through tall grass
water up to our ass
to disturb wild, winged creatures
and to photograph their awesome features.
We use the greek and latin names
when speaking to our pals
We chase birds from one nest
to strange and poor locales.
We are boorish, giggling louts
disturbing babies with our shouts
poking through their domains
and others thereabouts.
We ruffle their feathers
and disturb sleep and feeding
we jeopardize their habitats
and upset natural breeding.
We have a lot of fun
at winged creatures expense
to get the best of pictures
we climb the neighbor's fence
We trade pictures and stories
about the birds we've seen
But I think that this behavior
is boorish and obscene.
Copyright © Thomas Pitre | Year Posted 2008
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