05 July 2009

Your Choice

cockatoo

If the way you chose to die
imposed an unfair burden
on those extradited souls
sitting bewildered at the patio
euchre table, so be it

I never invited you to alight
willy-nilly in the avocado grove
to raucous squawk and pugnaciously
rend fruit from limbs
but you did

Dogs that wait with salivaceous
irritation for you to fall
limp at their feet
will doubtlessly tear
you apart

It is no
celebration
for me, those
were MY trees
you trespassed in
© 30 May 2009, I. D. Carswell