Prepping for the Sunday Drive

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.

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*SPLAT*

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Dead-center hit.

The windshield again besmeared with it.

The End