DEFENDER'S RAP

• As I look ahead
• I see the brook in dread
• Nothing ominous but me, viewing in shivers
• Who knew so many birdies, flew over rivers
• Truth be told, be not befuddled it's a lake they're flyin' on
• In sooth behold, perhaps a puddle for Heaven's sake, a giant pond
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• 5 flyers, maybe more
• Livewires, airborne
• The temp is falling slowly, still I won't gripe the sight
• Of how many types in flight,
• Barn swallows swooping inches from ripples
• Grouping insects so little
• No yipes of fright if that's their dinner done simple.
• Some pelicans or few, joyous
• To quell and rinse for food, buoyant;
• Artificial sailboats
• Beneath the darkening clouds they aero, with wingspans wide
• Those things can glide.
• Far away, further than close
• In dark dismay, a murder of crows
• Hard to say,
• They were in heart-acres, if ravens in their unkindness hurting my woes.
• Who knows, but what searches by me
• In the dirt for slimy grass crawling
• Has always, those unlucky squirms
• Robins, plucking worms
• Gobblin' mucky germs
• Whistling a-near, nestled in ear
• No ruckus this vermin, it's euphonious
• Even the ducks affirm in a groan-y yes!
• Seagulls as well, except not here today
• They crept on Frito-Lays,
• To mob the least expectable, feeding crumbs
• If probably delectable, but now in need of Tums