I was sitting on
my lawn chair
enjoying a warm evening
with a cold beer
& the sounds of a bluebird
singing a sweet song on a tree branch.
But things turned for the worst
when for reasons
only known to him
the bird suddenly decided
to crap on my pot leaf baseball cap.
I thought we were
getting along just fine
and have no clue
what caused this bird to turn.
A pleasant cool breeze
whipped through the yard
as I glared with disgust
at my now soiled cap.
I guess I should
be grateful
it didn’t land in my beer.
I Had A Birthday Hat Incident
But it is too traumatic to repeat. Such is the meaning of life: Life goes along pleasantly and calmly until a bird poops on your favorite hat. Love those nature poems :D
the wrong kind of nature but
the wrong kind of nature but we have to learn as we go.