Bird Song
Freshly hatched from seminary,
young unchary missionary,
picked New Guinea estuary,
for his work revisionary.
In the jungle aviary,
filamentary and airy,
soft, maybe imaginary,
boom......boom.......boom.
Straying from processionary,
for a matter urinary,
met a revolutionary,
mercenary cassowary.
Indiscretionary tarry
and insalutary parry,
gutted him in sanguinary
doom.....doom........doom.
' Mid the garlands, funerary,
honorary luminary,
warns in grim obituary-
'Be ablutionary wary'.
From a distant sanctuary,
baritone reactionary,
echoes faintly, fragmentary,
boom.......boom.......boom.
poem by Diane Hine
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