Up at the Hard Luck Ranch there's a pyracantha bush full of red berries right outside my study window. In December after seven hard frosts the birds arrive to eat the fermented berries. The birds get drunk and unwary in this saloon and the barn cats have a bird feast. A phainopepla landed on my head, shrieking when my eyebrow moved, booze on its bird breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |