BIRD WATCHER

BIRD WATCHER

the dog’s in the garage

a fallen all-star from my squad

who broke free from this world of meat

to lick the face of god

i’m going bird watching

as soon as i’m done graving

i’m grabbing those binoculars

that cost me all my savings

deep into the forest, now

i’ve worn holes into my socks

but still, ahead’s where i must plow

clutching my trusty binocs

it’s raining cats and dogs outside

and outside’s where i’m at

i wish i had some kind of roof

to block the dogs and cats
why did i come thwacking
through the misty woods this eve?

i wonder as i slip and fall

upon the winter leaves 

then lightning strike a tree nearby

and, fearing death, I shriek

but there, in the electric sky

i see a robin’s beak!

i mark it in my Sibley

pump my fist and take a shot

i try to do it glibly

but i scream: “IT’S ALL I’VE GOT!”

i wish that I could clarify

but i can’t find the words

it’s just so great to be out here

with me

me and my birds