The Road Runner
In real life this is a comical fellow, sort of strange
Most know him from the cartoons, tricking the old coyote
More to our feathered friend, after a victory then the usual "beep beep"
As he goes at lighting speed across the range
Running like it is his last run and that is all she wrote
One might think that he runs in his sleep
Black, white with some gray, cocky little head with a needle like beak
Long tail feathers, a lot like a weather vane
As he rip roars across the desert floor
Not much meat on his bone, stream lined and sleek
Curious, playful, but he can entertain
Always on the run. flying to him is a chore
The female will build a nest, for the on coming young
It is the ugliest thing you have ever seen, but for defense
She will hide them inside
Rattle snakes love them, they hunt for them when spring has sprung
The nest if sticks is better than a barb wire fence
Then off to hunting again and a wild ride
When a predator is near, they will take to flight
Just a short distance, for a speedy escape
Then hit the ground running, that is how they got their name
Very seldom see them in a tight
Or stick around if there is a scrape
Running along, just like life is a game
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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