Saturday, May 29, 2010

Another Grubby Poem


I am a Grey Butcherbird,
As I'm certain you can tell,
I have a most melodious call,
Most twitchers think it swell.



When Gouldy starts his chainsaw,
I'm never far away,
His woodpile is a wondrous source
For grubs all al dente.

My strong hooked bill will do the job,
As I swoop in for a meal,
Witchettys on the menu!
For me, no better deal.


And so this poem draws to a close,
To see me in my glory,
Just give the pics a click!

5 comments:

  1. Hi Gouldiae and Duncan
    I liked both your "Grubby" poems.
    Cheers
    Denis

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  2. Hmmm. Didn't know you had it in you!

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  3. I absolutely love the poem, Gouldiae! And the photos too.

    I wish when I grow up to get my very own chainsaw!
    :) n

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