4/24/17

Bye Bye Rocky

Sitting quietly sipping my coffee.
Gazing up there appears Rocky,
Slung
With an air of invincibility
Wrapped around my bird feeder.

Oh no you tick infected
Tree rat!
You are no allowed to feast upon
This gift to my avian neighbors.

I stand, walking quietly past the window through
Which I saw your uninvited depredations.
Our eyes meet, a mere two feet separated us.
I'm coming for you Rocky;
You may not visit my feeder.

I reach for the rifle, slung over the door,
And quietly open the back door.  
Again we are eye to eye.
You're still slung on the feeder with an air of profound
Indifference to my presence.

Only as the door opens do you sense it best to get down.
But you do so with an ill advised arrogance.
Bounding to the tree 20 ft away you've stopped to
Look, casually, back upon this looming hulk standing
On the deck.
I am that hulk
You've ****** up little grey tree rat.

You never heard the shot that struck your
Little rat like head.
Suddenly you twitch and curl around that
Bushy tail; stop then twist and twitch a bit more.
Stop again.

It's over, your day is done, you'll dine no longer
At my window.