Bird Brain –

McBride Street, Magpie, or is it Jackdaw, de-cants left onto kerb-stones,
A quiet to the human ear disembarkation formatted in reluctant jig-dance from take-out food road,
Immersion in triumphant retrieval from that point of combustion pass-over,
Common bird brain now a lucky Diner, no tyre track zigzags on fast food detritus, just taste and time with a drunkard’s waste disposal,
Still can’t look at unappetising road-kill on Big Freeway.

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