So many distortions in your sleek cheek,
blips and bleeps to your credit are due.
A glimpse, an in.fi.ni.te.si.mal peek,
just so you know watchbird's watching you.
Olive drab shirt and mousy short shorn hair,
familiar with time, awaits his cue,
stalks on the q.t., studies Magpie's lair,
just so you know watchbird's watching you.
T.ire.so.me infiltrator go away.
Don't you have exciting things to do?
Find some other bird, gullible fresh prey.
Just so you know, watchbird's watching you.
Nought but a sad virus that can't find an in,
you try and try to give bird the flu.
Perhaps it's yourself you should examine.
Just so you know, watchbird's watching you.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
