Ah! There he is, my feathered speedy friend,
without a clue his life’s about to end.
I’ll hide behind this rockface over here
and watch him beeeeeeep on by, without a fear.
I’m wily, and I’m patient, so he’ll not
have even one clue that he is so nearly caught.
I’ll bide my time and bate both breath and hook
so as to catch this desert demon crook.
See, there he goes – just flying on his feet.
I’ll set a trap for him that’s both sound and discrete.
And if my first trap is at all unsure,
Some ACME dynamite I shall procure.
I’ll blow that damn bird straight to smithereens,
with a shower of feathers to cool this desert scene.
Is this the day I’ll get the revenge I seek?
Come! Bring an anvil. And stay tuned, next week!
Kim has us playing with dramatic monologues over at dVerse Poetics today. Not sure I followed all the rules, as meter and I are only very distant cousins, twice removed, but this sure was fun.