A line of asterisks sitting on wire,
hop foot to foot as if they are on fire.
Open yellow beaks shout and rage, reveal fear,
small boys with slings fling fast and furious jeers.
The birds step solemn: step – step – step – side – side,
vandals chuck, would pluck, and are struck to deride;
feathers moult, birds bolt, jet eyes throw jaded sparks.
Depths of pure evil will not be surpassed.
Polly Stretton © 2013