The light turned red <br />and there I sat <br />and watched a cuddle <br />inside a puddle. <br />A bird was dead <br />had cracked his head <br />against a truck, <br />what rotten luck! <br /> <br />His wife now tried <br />to be the guide <br />and make him fly <br />up in the sky. <br /> <br />She glanced at me <br />for company <br />but then she saw <br />the brain, so raw <br />and bright red blood <br />all mixed with mud. <br /> <br />Yet she remained, <br />her feathers stained <br />all drained of life - <br />a shattered wife. <br /> <br />Now came the law, <br />he looked and saw <br />that some dumb bird <br />sat undeterred <br />and full of grief, <br />'so', said the chief, <br />'you must disperse, <br />I cannot be for him the nurse.' <br /> <br />She would not budge <br />a final nudge <br />did not revive <br />her mate named Clive. <br /> <br />The copper took <br />his ticked book <br />and threw it high <br />to make her fly. <br /> <br />Now she was sad <br />but also mad <br />and could indeed <br />get up to speed. <br /> <br />She now attacked <br />the cop and whacked <br />with her strong beak <br />this cruel freak. <br /> <br />And then she rose <br />above his nose <br />and let it fly <br />into his eye. <br /> <br />Her spouse had just <br />as we all must <br />freed from his bod <br />the soul for God. <br /> <br />He now observed <br />how his unnerved <br />and angry mate <br />could vent her hate. <br /> <br />He laughed so hard, <br />God dropped his guard <br />the soul returned <br />and he had earned <br />a great reprieve, <br />no need to leave. <br /> <br />And if you aim to fight and win <br />Just laugh, it's super medicine.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laughter-as-medicine/
