The Gonzo Wolf

Afternoon tea and a pocket o’ high

The alien chatter crescendos

They hunger for their bounty

but the monster is nigh

Distracted by his foreign daydreams

If only a peck

A smidgeon

A value meal on the go

for this universal Pigeon

Building hope, I shift

Salivating beaks moisten feathers

of those awaiting my absence

What was the point of filling up the bird feeder

if I wasn’t going to let the bastards eat?

Oh, yeah

Tea