Those noisy birds
would you believe?
They fly away
until I leave.
They seem to think
that it’s okay
to just ignore
the things I say.
What I tell them
isn’t hard:
“Go land in
someone else’s yard!”
It almost makes me
blow my stack:
every time
I turn my back,
There they are
ignoring me
’cause I can’t fly
(which they can see.)
So now it’s war
and I will win!
But not right now;
I’m going in.
-Chocolate
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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