WHAT'S THAT, HOOTIE? ANOTHER POEM?
Yeah, here he comes with it. Dagnabbit, Hootie, I'm right in the middle of another project. I don't have time for these poe---oh, hey that's ok Hootie. Fits right in with Jim Ross' blog too, doesn't it? Sure, lets put it up and see if it flies. Get it, Hootie, see if it flies? Yeah, I know. Not such a good yoke. But remember, it wasn't me that squashed Lorena's yolk. OK, that's it, SCRUFFY, get this bird out of here.
THE FEEDER
A streak of red, a flash of blue,
Bright yellow feathers winging, too.
The feeder is full, hanging there,
For all the birds in the frosty air.
They dip and wheel and turn around,
Chasing the seeds to the ground,
Where the doves get the overflow
Off the hard and crusty snow.
Chipmunks and squirrels gather round
Eating the sunflower seeds off the ground.
If they climb the tree and come down the string,
They get scared off when the bells all ring.
In the pines, the crows sit way up high,
Silhouetted against the sky.
They caw and holler and fly around
Watching the other birds on the ground.
As evening comes and skies turn gray
We lose the cardinals and the jays,
The finches and sparrows and the wrens,
'Til morning brings them back again.
03 Feb 2004
I haven't written a poem about the owls yet. One of these days, maybe. Whenever I get over being sore at that bunch. All I'll say right now is that I'm glad I had a good hot fire going that evening. Did you ever see an owl with the hot foot? Heh heh heh! Good thing it wasn't a hot wing, they'd never made it to Missouri with hot wings. Heh heh heh!
Hootie is still ticked about that one. Yuk yuk yuk!
THE FEEDER
A streak of red, a flash of blue,
Bright yellow feathers winging, too.
The feeder is full, hanging there,
For all the birds in the frosty air.
They dip and wheel and turn around,
Chasing the seeds to the ground,
Where the doves get the overflow
Off the hard and crusty snow.
Chipmunks and squirrels gather round
Eating the sunflower seeds off the ground.
If they climb the tree and come down the string,
They get scared off when the bells all ring.
In the pines, the crows sit way up high,
Silhouetted against the sky.
They caw and holler and fly around
Watching the other birds on the ground.
As evening comes and skies turn gray
We lose the cardinals and the jays,
The finches and sparrows and the wrens,
'Til morning brings them back again.
03 Feb 2004
I haven't written a poem about the owls yet. One of these days, maybe. Whenever I get over being sore at that bunch. All I'll say right now is that I'm glad I had a good hot fire going that evening. Did you ever see an owl with the hot foot? Heh heh heh! Good thing it wasn't a hot wing, they'd never made it to Missouri with hot wings. Heh heh heh!
Hootie is still ticked about that one. Yuk yuk yuk!
posted by tanstaafl | 4:15 PM
3 Comments:
poor hootie. never quite knows what hits him, does he?
And you think Scruffy is going to do something about that bird? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!
Lol, are Scruffy and Hootie in cahoots?
Maybe in Cahootie II?
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