Snow Bird Poem by Francie Lynch

Will be leaving soon for Orlando,
Away from the cold in Ontario.
Will I return?
I really don't know.

A wacko may secretly board my plane;
A radicalized lunatic far from sane.

Or Canada geese, heading south,
Might take our fuelled jet engines out.

Some random lightning shot from the sky
Lights up our cockpit,
And the pilots die.

The landing gear is up and stuck...
"I don't think I drank enough! "

There's mad rage on the road
Between
Orlando and St. Augustine.

There's snub-nosed guns in too many bags,
And the bars are teeming with cougars and crabs.

The Matanzas floats stealth gators and sharks,
I make note of this as my kyak embarks.

A drunken driver could do the job;
Or I get hospitalized
While being robbed.

An Early Bird bone might lodge in my throat;
Or I crack my head after gulpin tokes.

Perhaps nothing will happen, and I misspoke
On possible perils posed by Florida folks.

Is it worth the risks. I'll let you know,
When I return to the warmth of Ontario.