The love of birds has prompted my neighbor to indulge <br />In the feeding of feathered friends who come to feast <br />Pecking and consuming... expanding with a bulge <br />Sufficiently satisfied…. Seeking a place to release <br /> <br />Flying over a tall wooden fence… becoming bombardiers <br />Hovering like Jackson Pollock with an artistic precision <br />Signaling for backup…a chirping call I unpleasantly hear <br />As I wash and hose my ill-treated car… I make a decision <br /> <br />Hoisting a full sized plastic rendition of an owl upon a perch <br />Hoping to scare away a prolific group of splattering painters <br />Discouraging the expressive birds from their defecating search <br />Since carefree parent birds are not competent potty trainers <br /> <br />6/2/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-artistry-of-birds/
