The Bad Guy
He’s a robin’s nightmare, the tanagers leave the scene when he descends,
because he’s eating everything in sight, raiding the bird feeder, digging up bulbs.
Without scruples, he’ll raid a nest and steal bird’s eggs when momma bird leaves.
He is hungry all the time; he eats a pound of food a week.
Skipping and bopping along the high branch highway,
He’s the acrobatic terror of the garden, the psychopath for nesting birds
He’s the bad guy, the Destructor, with such cute wide-open eyes,
I’m a push-over for his machine gun -munching, his amazing leaping skills.
He’s a pest; his kind’s not wanted, yet I’m a sucker for that bushy tail
He steals whole bananas while the birds wait for him so patiently
and carries them off like small canoes under his arm, his take out!
But I’m OK with it, live and let live; He who made the birds, made him, made me!
They say he robs those bird nests, as a last resort, as he loves his fruit and seeds
So I plant and buy a double share to fill him up, so he’ll let those babies be.
Not just a rat who lives in trees, but my friend and he knows me, when he sees me.
January 3, 2021