What Kind of Bird Was It

by Doug Draime

BURNED up & dead is
a bird on my front step.
the bird was put there,
partly burned there,
by the 7 year old
next door.
he hates me because
i have more women
than him — who walk up my walk
playing with the cats
& smiling at him.
he would love to cream my guts out
with a flame torch.
the women are fascinated by him.
i tell them: no, he's a vicious
little bastard.
they just smile & ask
me sweetly, ''what kind of
bird was it?''

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