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I look up into the lilac sky And you glide across like a floater in my eye You are not to me the death dealing cross Making other mammals freeze and suffer loss I see you as a rare free soul Defying the death dealing action that is Man’s role.                               ————————— You dark flying scimitars with your piercing cry Wheeling from your element, the stormy sky With your shrill threats you dare to defy the stick swung with all my might Brushing my head and then returning like killer boomerangs in flight.                               ————————— With discriminating care you pluck those little fish you seek With your long, curving, darting beak If you are disturbed you rise without a cry And flap away soundlessly into the protecting sky.                               ————————— You are comic like this rhyme Which I only pen because I have the time You flew in with a squawking cackle That sounded like a football rattle You have only one objective, to eat your fill By ravaging that tree with your outrageous bill Its like a mango eating other fruit Lychee, som-o, champoo, kanun, all will suit You return a piercing stare with you target eye And to the starer it magnifies.
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
NOT OF A FEATHER
I look up into the lilac sky And you glide across like a floater in my eye You are not to me the death dealing cross Making other mammals freeze and suffer loss I see you as a rare free soul Defying the death dealing action that is Man’s role.                               ————————— You dark flying scimitars with your piercing cry Wheeling from your element, the stormy sky With your shrill threats you dare to defy the stick swung with all my might Brushing my head and then returning like killer boomerangs in flight.                               ————————— With discriminating care you pluck those little fish you seek With your long, curving, darting beak If you are disturbed you rise without a cry And flap away soundlessly into the protecting sky.                               ————————— You are comic like this rhyme Which I only pen because I have the time You flew in with a squawking cackle That sounded like a football rattle You have only one objective, to eat your fill By ravaging that tree with your outrageous bill Its like a mango eating other fruit Lychee, som-o, champoo, kanun, all will suit You return a piercing stare with you target eye And to the starer it magnifies.
Koh Phayam Thailand. Dec 2011
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john-vass
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
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