Not all Birds must be real to fly
But don’t you dare try to fry the fried
Your friends will think you horizontal
By those talon scars on your tonsils
‘tis a spat as old as rhyme
one must be late to tell the time
he says why must we early chase the worm
if it were french toast maybe I’d learn
My mother was right when I was back in the nest
She said your stripes were simply a jest
nothing earns its keep whilst abed
You’ll be fodder for Cats unless you move ahead
I am too hot to be smart my gurlie tells me
But I have the beak to make history
So I when I mistake my reflection for another
Remember I, by song, might be both your lover and your brother
Henny Penny ain’t got shit on Viv the Wick
That brooder house floozy is a silly twit
Tomorrow I will be queen of the roost
After she’s served with corn and the awful truth
(The birds of Saragun Springs now bow)
Saragun Springs 
Ah dem boids. One chirpily entertaining read. Fine pics too.
Geraint
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Hi Leila
I like the rhymes and the tell-tale humor.
“You’ll be fodder for Cats unless you move ahead” Great line!
I feel humans could learn from these birds!
That second sparrow might be a Tree Sparrow.
Great shots especially the pheasant! (If i’m not mistaken).
Christopher
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Hi Christopher
Thank you! Yes that Pheasant is a bit of a “character” in his neighborhood.
Leila
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Keep on mocking in the freak world. As you know, the bird, the bird, the bird is the word. Surfing bird.
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