“Bickering of Crows” is a loud dissent
A happy Blue Jay’s warble is heaven sent.
The Mad Mockingbird hissed and raised its tail
Ad-infinitum; flying, soaring, it sails
across the field, hissing dissent –
The other Mockingbird did not linger:
dotty old bird.
The White Cat yowled; perhaps I should have left it,
But his face, oh, he appeared dyspeptic.
The Gray Squirrel scurried up the tree trunk –
desire for nuts made him a bit of a punk.
Mallard Ducks will swim in a narrow ditch,
at the side of the road – no time for that “stitch”…