Ted L Glines
Birds Have Beaks - Poem by Ted L Glines
Birds Have Beaks
by Ted L Glines
We, the intellects, nerds and geeks,
ponder about those birds and beaks,
for it seems too true that beak and feather
have no real reason to be together.
And that bothers us no end...
admit it - do - my friend...
A cow with a beak would be so scary,
or a bird with teeth and skin that's hairy,
red-eyed Mad Cows' slashing beaks
loosed among you - awful freaks,
or flocks of crows with teeth and fangs
attacking - killing - flitting gangs,
awful ghastly nightmare things
worse than spiders having wings.
(We are pleased that spiders do not have wings.)
Birds in the forest, all a-twitter,
on her nest - a baby sitter
guards her eggs - awaits the time
the cracking hatching - so sublime,
so worthwhile - all the birthing pangs,
and now is born a chick with fangs...
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