I live deep in the, well, -shit. Far from anything resembling a town or village, if you please. But what we lack in two legged beasts, we more than make up for in birds and critters. Idiots that we are, we feed them as if they’d starve otherwise. Or maybe we just like playing God. Anyways, hummingbirds come by the dozens daily. Thirty at a time. Four feeders of four openings but it’s never enough for the greedy buggers and they never seem to get enough. They really are quit rude and their language awful. I must teach them proper manners some day.
the bar is open,
come one, and come all
portals to nectar
sweet julep
of crimson.
I’ve put one here,
and there
and filled them to full
admission is free
and the ambience
floral
with just a hint of
ant.
I’ll be your host,
please have a seat.
now, now behave!
there is plenty for all.
but behave you do not!
pooping my porch,
sneering your buzz
shagging the slow
and chasing new guests.
such language! I never,
and what right?
now you, over there,
and you, wait your turn.
no fighting, no scolding
no shagging, be nice.
oh, no? so you say.
shoo shoo
impetuous rascal
I’ll take them away.
yes I will, wait and see.
I’ll teach you of manners
and how you should be.
is that boy on my yard?
hey you! get away
who ate the last cupcake
and drank all the wine
I’ll pee where I want
to claim it as mine.
ooh, Fay Johnson looks good
through the hole in the fence,
I think that she wants me,
it’s only good sense.
if only you birds
could be civil,
like me
you’d live in a house,
and not in a tree!
the bar is open,
come one, and come all
portals to nectar
sweet julep
of crimson.
I’ve put one here,
and there
and filled them to full
admission is free
and the ambience
floral
with just a hint of
ant.
I’ll be your host,
please have a seat.
now, now behave!
there is plenty for all.
but behave you do not!
pooping my porch,
sneering your buzz
shagging the slow
and chasing new guests.
such language! I never,
and what right?
now you, over there,
and you, wait your turn.
no fighting, no scolding
no shagging, be nice.
oh, no? so you say.
shoo shoo
impetuous rascal
I’ll take them away.
yes I will, wait and see.
I’ll teach you of manners
and how you should be.
is that boy on my yard?
hey you! get away
who ate the last cupcake
and drank all the wine
I’ll pee where I want
to claim it as mine.
ooh, Fay Johnson looks good
through the hole in the fence,
I think that she wants me,
it’s only good sense.
if only you birds
could be civil,
like me
you’d live in a house,
and not in a tree!
~rick
