“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”…


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