name that bird
May 14, 2008
I think its a cormorant, not a pant or ant or plant. In flight at such hight, soaring through skies of blue.
I know what this is… He’s a mighty pleasant pheasant, not a peasant but omipresent.
Oh admiral you flutter by teasing us, catching our eyes. You appear battered but I’m quite flattered that you took some time so I could create a rhyme just for you, even though you eat poo.
I think you can all see now why I’m not a poet. See flickr for more delights of our sunday walk 
I name them Bob, Fred, and Algernon.
mighty fine names
I think the butterfly might be a peacock, not an admiral.
but its hard to tell when they’re not in uniform.
*badum-tish!*