My brain started rattling
And thought best if I just rolled out of bed
To go do something useful
And catch a nap later
There my painting from the nite before
Stood staring at me from the easel
Something's not right about it
I don't know squat What!
So I went about fiddling and fixing it
I heard some flutter of wings
Looked out of my window
And awww.... saw a mallard and his bride
Had come to swim in my pool
I smiled and went back to my impossible painting
Then I heard this Quack Quack
Awwww... they're communicating...
Communication is important in a relationship, I mused
But then the Quacks escalated
They got louder and louder
Till it blew to a full 2-duck choir of incessant Quacks
I found it hard to concentrate
So I went to tap on the window
And I hissed, spat, I don't know what I did in as controlled a lady-like manner I could muster
To communicate that:
They were welcomed to use my pool for their morning rendesvous
Even if they may leave deposits, I was willing to tolerate
But to encroach on my sacred space
With a stupid, ever downward spiralling quarrel about nothin'
While I was trying to birth an amazing painting
Was beyond what my unravelling nerves
Were willing to endure
They stopped short
Looked at me after I tapped, spat and hissed...
I looked pleased that they got the message so rapidly..
Waddled back to the easel to resume my process
And I heard a fluttering and a flapping
And it sounded annoyed
The 2 birds flew away wing on wing
Sigh... So Sensitive! I muttered to myself..
Next time I'll try better to put up with that nonsense
For I do love the look of the love birds in my pool............