BEDROCK

Dear Rook,

I thought you were a plastic bag
tied to a pole
filled with a handful of earth

just enough to make you
herk
    and jerk
in the wind.

I thought you were designed by a clever farmer
to ward off
unwanted dinner guests.

But then you looked too real

and I saw
    in that same field
three of your sisters
dancing the same herking jerking
    dance

of feathered sinew.

I used to wave and smile at that farmer
    so noble
I thought.

Now I tag your funeral photo:
    NOBLE ROOK
gunned down in her prime
paraded before the masses

TAKE FLIGHT SISTERS!
Peck this bastard's field dry
    and don't stop 'til you hit
       
    BEDROCK

by Ramey Holsman ©2014