WHEN THE BIRD STANDS STRESSED

Once I visited my lonely farm

Stood and watched animals do all harm

I made to arrest with a few good charm

Up, right, left they swarm

II

I stood there feeling completely lost

I looked above to access the cost

And saw a bird with a thought so lost

Perching on a tree as a host

III

I threw a stone but it stood to boast

Angering me, but I saw it as a lost ghost

Hovering lost fearing no host

Suddenly I thought of a tasty toast

IV

A tasty toast which cannot boast

Feeding good scents to noses of host

I took my sling to shoot at most

But I lost its body to an intruding poach, it was lost

V

Well I thought of this;

Stress has no bliss

It can only hiss

And give a nasty feet to kiss

If lucky, you can’t escape without a diss

I’m flying no matter what

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014