That Queer Bird

That queer bird
So absurd
The keeps her heart
In the gizzard
Like a quarry
Full of rocks and holes
So cold Tis like a blizzard
To the onlooking souls
Dizzy in running concentric circles
Ever tighter cranial miracles
Flap your wings to catch that nat
Force feed the chicks
This and that
Fortunate you see from out each side
All that twisting and turning
Could make a bird cross-eyed
Henny Penny could not tell
She was not nearly schooled so well
As this fastidious Popinjane
So much learned and much to say
Welling ever upward
With inward urgency
Bustling activity to spend the bird
Blinded by, hell and heat you see
Squawking clarion shields
Trumpeted, brassy, Scythian, bright
She stands imperious to wild peels
and whisperings of chicks in flight
Trampled by her clumsy feet
Bones snapped like matchsticks
Scratched like flint in retreat
G-d save their little necks.