I’m going to the bird table I cannot feed him here
for he’d pick and poke and pull at me and leave me standing bare
no it’s better at the bird table for there I’d be alone
and cherish in his deep black eyes some familiarity of my own
I’ll bring his favourite treats that only human hand can share
and patiently hold them there for hours and hours to bear
and closer yet the margin of safe winged flight and danger zone perceived
shrinks to my delight and naivety of future threats deceived
eventually his hooked grey beak tickles tentatively between my fingers
and as we become acquainted I feel a bond begin to linger
as this one’s friends and family creep closer to the crumbs
I being to think that somethings up as he has brought many chums
they draw me in these great white birds their faces puffed and calm
until I find I’m surrounded in the depths of impending harm
they squawk and scratch and spread their wings pulling in their tethers
yet when I cower to their threat they raise their punted feathers
and altogether as a flock they mutter.. we’ve got you now you sucker
fleeing to the shelter of the house I feel the air behind
lift the leaves from off the ground as a hundred wings flap blind
the sky darkens over head as I’m shadowed by their bodies
and all as one we move along to the sanctuary of my follys
I close the door and sit inside peering out at empty skies
and pretty soon I hear the sounds as the roof begins to rise
the horror of such a flock above is far from lost upon me
for I do not own this property I’m here at a cost to my economy
now my empathy for such birds is turned to fear and loss
I begin to plot my vengeance as my sympathy defrosts
I have no weapons to call upon nor any wish to fire
yet a strategy to dissuade them needs to be acquired
I recalled a local woman who used foul language to discourage
but I don’t have the will within me to muster up the courage
a plan was hatched for the effect of spreading wings far and wide
I had been warned of consequence from that omen I can not hide
to trick or treat these clever birds in a manner that makes me smart
is not as easy as once was taught but patience will play a part
reducing treats and being scarce is the method I employed
and over time these cocky birds left behind a void
confusion reigned for some days and distractions were deployed
as these messengers of other mystical planes I slowly unemployed
I’m grateful to have been so close to birds so strong and proud
to be accepted into their fold it was a joy to be allowed
but as chalk and cheese we do not mix like oil and water too
these birds remain afar from me but our memories remain true
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
I’m going to the bird table I cannot feed him here
for he’d pick and poke and pull at me and leave me standing bare
no it’s better at the bird table for there I’d be alone
and cherish in his deep black eyes some familiarity of my own
I’ll bring his favourite treats that only human hand can share
and patiently hold them there for hours and hours to bear
and closer yet the margin of safe winged flight and danger zone perceived
shrinks to my delight and naivety of future threats deceived
eventually his hooked grey beak tickles tentatively between my fingers
and as we become acquainted I feel a bond begin to linger
as this one’s friends and family creep closer to the crumbs
I being to think that somethings up as he has brought many chums
they draw me in these great white birds their faces puffed and calm
until I find I’m surrounded in the depths of impending harm
they squawk and scratch and spread their wings pulling in their tethers
yet when I cower to their threat they raise their punted feathers
and altogether as a flock they mutter.. we’ve got you now you sucker
fleeing to the shelter of the house I feel the air behind
lift the leaves from off the ground as a hundred wings flap blind
the sky darkens over head as I’m shadowed by their bodies
and all as one we move along to the sanctuary of my follys
I close the door and sit inside peering out at empty skies
and pretty soon I hear the sounds as the roof begins to rise
the horror of such a flock above is far from lost upon me
for I do not own this property I’m here at a cost to my economy
now my empathy for such birds is turned to fear and loss
I begin to plot my vengeance as my sympathy defrosts
I have no weapons to call upon nor any wish to fire
yet a strategy to dissuade them needs to be acquired
I recalled a local woman who used foul language to discourage
but I don’t have the will within me to muster up the courage
a plan was hatched for the effect of spreading wings far and wide
I had been warned of consequence from that omen I can not hide
to trick or treat these clever birds in a manner that makes me smart
is not as easy as once was taught but patience will play a part
reducing treats and being scarce is the method I employed
and over time these cocky birds left behind a void
confusion reigned for some days and distractions were deployed
as these messengers of other mystical planes I slowly unemployed
I’m grateful to have been so close to birds so strong and proud
to be accepted into their fold it was a joy to be allowed
but as chalk and cheese we do not mix like oil and water too
these birds remain afar from me but our memories remain true
