Watch the Birdy

Too tired to write anything today so if anyone's reading then have an old poem to keep you going. I must get round to writing more some time. If no-ones reading then what the hell, nothings lost.

 

Four finches in the hedge discuss

How the dawning day progressed.

Forgive my ignorance when I report

That each of you were brown.

 

So four brown finches chatted

Each wearing a black balaclava

Which I did too when I was six

But only under duress.

 

As I drew up to your conference, which

Continued unperturbed by my arrival

I knew it was a privilege to observe you;

Having made no appointment.

 

I may have waited longer, perhaps

Until you concluded and adjourned

But I had a vital meeting of my own

With my wee, chirping, boy.

 

You fled at my exit and screamed your rebuke,

As you go scattering with the wind,

I am truly sorry but hope you said what needed to be heard.

Will you meet again another time without me?