a flock of pigeons
mills about in a lazy dance,
pecking and shifting
then explode into
panicked flapping,
as they wheel about,
gaining spontaneous unity,
reaching investigation mode,
they bank heavily,
like a C-130 gunship --
a Puff the Magic Dragon --
pivoting onto a target
In the forest there was a stately, old owl
who intended to go out on the prowl,
but before he vamoosed
his cozy tree roost
he fell asleep, throwing in the towel.
An Eastern Garden Lizard prowling its garden
was interrupted by, "Hey, I beg your pardon,
but aren't you big for this park?"
"I'm afraid you've missed the mark.
I don't live here; I own all of these gardens."