Thursday, June 7, 2007

Up! Arise! The foeman is at the gates.

Glossy black feathers
Raises his wings in anger
Shrugging his attacker off
Dusty brown feathers
Ruffs his red breast in anger,
The villainous attempt he scoffs.
"Swar-vey" black robber,
Seeking the pure, and perfect.
Trying to luncheon on life.
Little brown Father,
Defends the pure and perfect.
His nest, his eggs, his wife.

1 comment:

Johnny Summerfield said...

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