More from My Friendly Neighborhood Killer
Beak and claw and piercing glare,
seeing through bushes to the quaking heart of lunch.
I should hate your blue-grey beauty;
I should despise you ochre razors, sharpened for the grab.
But . . .
Oh, you are lovely, at attention on my ragged fence.
I am in awe–a true fan as you scan my little friends to pick off the weak.
IT’S REALLY HARD TO KEEP UP A THREATENING PERSONA WHEN THIS STUPID WIND MESSES WITH MY STYLE!!!
I love the second shot, where he is looking over his shoulder at you! But the wind ruffling his feathers is just so funny!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, kind of made him less threatening. :-)
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