Two Birds, One Stone (Bothering Birds) Poem by devon da poet

I saw them flying, they were a pair.
I picture them dying they were in fear.
That was the perception I had in my mind.
I had it all figured out!
It was an early morning with daunted orange sky.
Why were there just only two bothering birds?

They always wore the same outfit each and every time.
At the same places together them you'll find.
Everyone I knew admired their charisma.
But I dishonored their pompous behavior.
They were just too cocky for bothering birds.
Every other birds I knew were gentle and peaceful.
Well, why were they so proud?

I'm a dealer, I'm renowned as the big bird killer.
I like chicken, turkey, goose and duck.
But these two birds were pure bad luck.
Mama always await my catch, she just love to see what bird I may bring home next.
Yea, she's my number one chef, she help me skin those filthy feathers.
As I stroll outside in curiosity, I again came across those bothering birds.
They were performing at the local karaoke.
Their voices were amusingly innocent.
Why do the bad birds sing?

I left quite a bit early to meet up with my friend Mr. Flingshot.
He knows all the tricks and all the traps.
When I'm out of ideas he whispers me a few hints.
His hints have always been an inspiration, it always seemed to work.
Yes, he is quite a talent.
With his help I was able to devise a plan.
I was going to catch these two bothering birds once and for all
Now where do I start?

I rushed back to mom's. She couldn't wait to arrange the plates.
She hugged me so tightly thus trying to help build my confidence, I was ready for yet another catch.
The very same night, I went back to the market place where the two bothering birds usually hang out.
It was as though they have somehow changed feathers again.
Short cocked up tails, with shorter-like beaks, it was as though their body were covered with silk, their feathers laid down so smoothly.
Mr. Flingshort has given me some bate to use, to try to entice those bothering birds.
They were flirty and hungry!
As I threw the first bate, the first bothering bird wagged her tail and the second took deep inhales.
When I threw the second, they got so afraid and flew off.
But why did they flew?

Birds of same feather surely flock together.
I could've gotten them both with one stone if and only if they've stayed around.
Unfortunately, they've flown to the next side of the town.
These bothering birds were just too experienced.
My quest to taste some new breasts have been deterred.
Anyways, I prefer my everyday chicken, turkey, goose and duck.
To hell with those bothering birds!
Why did I even bother?