Bird Watch
My bird feeder does not contain dates or raisins. It is a naughty little device that hangs above gravitational trepidation. The branch that bares it up bends without snapping. And no marvel, natural law would never dare. Every arboreal heart has caught on to the dangling lunchbox of revolution. What eats from this feeder makes a den of redacted history pages. My hopper does not slow dance with the gentle prairie breeze and is defiant against any tempest born of dark seas that terrify coastal cities. It is still and arrogant. A macaw sampled the free offering and lost her color for it. She now makes flight with pigeons. Do not inspect my bird table for nuts or seeds. I assure you, the thing that eats of it will punish indiscriminately if the correct sustenance is missing. Neither will it suffer it's staple diet to be mixed. You can not cut gun powder with coffee. That will not do. Have you seen the wing span of insubordination? A glassy pair of eyes that reflect sun light with the slimy sparkle of innards are searching for captains. It is sniffing for the scent of private armies. When the monster eats, there is no competing sound. Nothing is strong enough to trap it. My bird feeder is a bribe of mercy. When it is empty, I know that the destroyer will destroy. Do not call to my bird. Let the work of a full belly turn the splendor of your joyful quick into foolish death. The whole are made halt. Binoculars multiply beyond any vigorous attempt to dampen public interest. Close your widows and draw your shades. This bird is not what you want on your ledge. Talons will tare a bounty of sons and brothers to ribbons as is the fate of any that meet it in battle. Past hides of careless industry warm the incubating eggs of a flighted beast that kills and resets nations. All hollowed out logs filled with my bird's food will my bird eat. Return any feather you may have picked up along the way. Men have built entire identities around what my bird molts. Do not follow after these light persons. Encourage one another with words of peace. If not, the migration of something your golden retriever can not fetch will find you. It is best kiss the ground and not to tease the sky.
