The Artistry Of Birds Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The love of birds has prompted my neighbor to indulge
In the feeding of feathered friends who come to feast
Pecking and consuming... expanding with a bulge
Sufficiently satisfied…. Seeking a place to release

Flying over a tall wooden fence… becoming bombardiers
Hovering like Jackson Pollock with an artistic precision
Signaling for backup…a chirping call I unpleasantly hear
As I wash and hose my ill-treated car… I make a decision

Hoisting a full sized plastic rendition of an owl upon a perch
Hoping to scare away a prolific group of splattering painters
Discouraging the expressive birds from their defecating search
Since carefree parent birds are not competent potty trainers

6/2/08