Friday, October 21, 2016

Birds Still Diving

I wrote this verse four years ago and present it again here, for though the avian personnel may be of a new generation, the game is still the same.
Desiccated and sere a blob of bird poop right here
in the center of the windshield.
The bucket, rag and soap; now it’s clean, for good we hope.
Wring the rag, swirl the pail, toss the water in the grass.
Awk! What iridescent flash o’er my head did I see pass?
Grackle Bomber in a dive on the scene does now arrive.
*           *             *
Dead-center hit.
The windshield again besmeared with it.
The End


Vee said...

Ha! That's life in a beautiful area that includes trees and gardens.

Secondary Roads said...

Grackles can be nasty in that way. I remember watching one make a deposit in a woman's hair in the open-air restaurant where we were having lunch.

vanilla said...

Vee, minor aggravation, major beauty.

Chuck, eau d' ignominy. Glad it was someone else, weren't you?

Secondary Roads said...

Oh yes. Very glad indeed.