by Dorothea Barth ©2009
Cacophony of crackles greeted us
Staccisissimo of starlings I did fear
While waiting for our bayward gliding bus
Those fearless birds attacking from arrear.
Tickets yet have I to ride and write,
No aerial assaults today, I plead
He smiled and said no birds have come to smite
It is the pinecones spilling forth their seed.
Such wondrous orchestration from a tree
A drum roll for our labors so inspired,
While guaranteeing proud longevity
Not biotech but pure biology.
May seeds and starlings dance in harmony,
And starlings cease their trespass onto me.
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.