Classic Poem

Ratso pigeons
strictly for the birds.

Morning vocalizing
to settle one"s nerves.

Practice makes perfect.
Hello high wire art,

and come back O
red-tail youth. Upstart.

Hair bulbs down there.
Feed and need.

Sunshine so justified
upon my wings and

I sing for my supper.
Puppy litter. Woof.

Kittykats. Chickees.
Big black bird indeed.

Red-tail now
agh family-size.

Bring it on! Heart
of stone gold carved,

Big Bad Daddy
of Plumage Ebony,

back in the day
I was already me.