I saw the rhino smashing through the wall
While looking up at happy cyclones
My head knew not what my small hand pulled up
Or the vicious grips that hobble and prone

Out flew Auntie Jaybird on birthday wings
Crashing through the screen door, into the yard
From the poisoned nest, where she swalloed worms
And fed her birdbrains naught but weedy stars

© 1997 Bruce V. Bracken