Beaky

Beaky

By Sis Unsworth

Beaky was a blackbird, a courageous one at that,

the only one I ever knew, that could terrify my cat.

Beaky took on every cat in our vicinity,

in fact, the time I intervened, she even turned on me.

She seemed to snap out orders through her very active beak,

and we could not escape her, when solace we did seek.

Her divebomb skills did scare us when she was in full flight,

the only peace we ever had was, when she retired each night.

We had some friends stay over, they couldn’t believe their eyes,

as beaky marched across our shed, they heard her angry cries.

We found out she had young nearby and was causing a distraction.

As a mother I could understand, why she took such drastic action.

Beaky’s young did safely fledge, & peace did reign again

But, somehow I did miss her, It’s hard now to explain.

Once more the cats roamed freely, to catch or chase the birds

but Beaky was successful, none of them got hers.

Beaky never did return, but my memory is so clear

Whenever birds made panic calls, when a cat may get too near.

Yet still I wonder in the spring, when blackbirds make their nest,

If a descendent of old Beaky, will put us to the test!

Copyright Sis Unsworth