Yellow Red and Grey
Yellow Red and BrownI've got a thing
about not ignoring
them.
outside of the sun
they're nature's
eternal pick
me up
How can you
not want to say hi
and let them know
they're appreciated?
They can call me the
bird-man for all I care
ignore the lovely clouds
if that's your pentiant
but God's feathered wonders?
I twitter for free
me to them
- they to me
study their song
and answer in kind
One song fits all
whatever, I find
It's the tone and intent
and they truly respond
they buzz me and follow
I walk - they fly
They have no arms
so can't wave back
Sad to say
I have my bias
dirty things
ey-ucht!
pigeons I mean
they crap
and whoo
that's all they can do
why don't they
all have concusions
the way they rattle
their little brains
when they walk
oh ya and always
want what you're eating
but seagulls- hungh!
don't get me started
Anyway all is not rosey
can only get cozy
with robins and sparrows
speak their mother tongue
I do
hey! what is this present
you dropped on my shoe?
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