Avian bullies in the joggers park

A parrot flashes its,plumage green
 swivels its  neck of scarlet sheen
And plunges from rooftops lone
screeching with  express scorn


A crow , silent
ever vigilant
open beak,
glistening black
cocks its head
eyes of  bead
stares puposefully
caws reproachfully

The lapwing frozen
one leg in air, brazen
One eye at worms, squiggly
one at you ,walker, giggly
It can stalk you
attack you
 deafening  screeches
far out reaches.


The gregarious lark,
the  lone sparrow
the bulbul in park
sitting in a row

Are all waiting
for you to leave
huffing and panting
so they can live

in peace, and talk
in chirps and twitters
of you who walks
and gives them jitters