A Bird’s Bullseye

oh beautiful creature, all feathers and wings
you fill up my morning with the songs you sing

that was me on the deck there just catching some rays
on a glorious sunshiny Monday in May

from somewhere above, high up in the air
you left me a gift, i did not know you cared

when you flew overhead, i was still half asleep
till you dropped your load with such accuracy

though i love your songs and how they go on so
my left ear is not the best place for your guano

© 2011 Greg Tamblyn