In the skies above us <br />the birds tirelessly fly, <br />their aerial displays <br />are better than our own. <br />The sail across the currents effortlessly <br />and on their bombing raids <br />their targeting is precise. <br />Their bombs do not kill or maim, <br />but do mess things up a bit. <br />Never park under a tree <br />as they have a particular delight <br />of targets parked there. <br />They seem to like <br />the colour red when bombing <br />and their evidence is always seen. <br />Our feathered friends <br />swoop down from the sky <br />and enjoy their bombing practice <br />when one comes into sight. <br />The leader yells TALLY HO <br />and away they go <br />with a SPLAT here and a SPLAT there. <br />At just one glance, <br />you can tell you have been targeted. <br />Now just imagine how much <br />worse it could be <br />if cows learned to fly.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bombs-away/
