Feeling more relaxed this afternoon for some reason. Here’s a little poem inspired by a story on the BBC, “The man startling millions of starlings with lasers“.
I see they’re startling starlings now in Rome.
What’s next? Hawking hawks and renting wrens
in Trajan’s Market. I pity the swallows.
They’ll be robbing robins’ nests of their eggs
and ogling eagles as they pass on the street,
goosing the geese and making swans swoon.
I hope they’ll spare the sparrows.