Bhagavadgita Pages, Chapters 1 to 18
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The City Bird
A frisson of fear struck him like thunderbolt
His heart stopped, his mouth gapped
Pupils dilated, eyes popped, face froze
Eyebrows knotted, mouth dried, breath quickened
Heart palpitated, stomach turned, cisterns emptied.
All this because a bird scraped his head.
He walked by the nest overhead
Built by a city bird on a city tree
Without a building permit, unafraid of humans.
The winged biped, a scofflaw, lives on donated food
Fluffs its chilled feathers and caws for no reason.
“You, Scaly Legs, Toothless Beak”, he snorted
“Why did you deposit the cargo of cloaca on me?”