The bird brain works differently than
Other animals, that is for certain
I once watched a flock of geese fascinated
By shiny tin foil carelessly thrown by
The wayside. They pecked and poked,
Poked and pecked, until nothing of it
Remained
I wanted to grab them by the neck and
Ask why they would eat tinfoil; why
It so transfixed their bird immagination
To wish to obliterate its existence but
The bird brain works differently than
Ours, and if I did try to grab one by
Its sinuous neck, it would hiss and slap
Me hard with its beclawed wing, until
It could break loose and then attack
My ass with its sharp, betoothed
Beak
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