A walk down a nature path led me through some brush.
I stepped too close to a blackbirds nest and at me did he rush.
I ran, I fled, I waved my arms but nothing seemed to scare,
the nasty thing from swooping at me and shitting in my hair.
I took a roll down a steepish hill and at the bottom I came to rest.
To my dismay I looked around and found another nest.
Now two birds chased me as I ran to a twisted purple tree.
And this is where I sat and hid but birds they still found me.
My racing heart just wouldn’t calm, the demons they smelled fear.
I knew that when I stood back up they’d peck me in the rear.
So here I sat and forced myself to breathe more steadily.
And between the birds I had just become trapped into tranquility.
I looked across the field and meadow and further to the berm.
I slowed my breath and calmed myself but my captors they stood firm.
I began to think about all the things that suddenly came to mind.
And in these things a sort of peace was I to come to find.
Memories of past endures, reminisce of past events.
Future thoughts of what’s ahead: new sights, new sounds, new scents.
The angry birds’ taunts and songs became my ambiance.
Along with other natural sounds, a wolf crying like an ambulance.
These sounds along with the roars of the deer, the crickets all around,
I felt myself growing tired so I laid back on the ground.
The birds, ballsy fuckers, hopped to the earth and toward me did they prance.
No harm they wanted but instead, to my surprise, I saw them dance.
I watched this act of God at my feet, and then I began to think,
my fucking goodness these drugs haven’t worn off all week.