The Flock Chasers
Call us ornery, call us foes,
But it's just how we roll;
An endless venture of finding flocks,
And causing them to fly!
The larger the group, the better the troop,
To embellish a darkening sky!
We carry things that make loud noises,
Like firecrackers and small guns;
Its just what we do, spooking even a few,
That brings us so much fun!
Though the best is the chase that is by foot,
Of launching birds one by one as we joyously run!
25-September-2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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