Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pentapede Poems III

An Ambush
As I was hanging in the tree,
A little birdy spotted me
"Foolish thing, so plain to see,
I'll make a munch-crunch snack of thee!"

But birdies are an impulsive lot.
They never have much time for thought.
If he hadn't been so hot-to-trot...
He'd not be for our dinner caught!
The quiet forest
And the bustle of the Nest:
Home, tranquility
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