SAFARI

Safari.

I shot a porcupine out of a tree
once, sitting target, flopped down
falling  thru branches and limbs 
and slapped the ground motionless.  

I watched the Dali Lama brush a 
fly off his forearm—repeatedly.
Might of popped it if it continued
to annoy. Probably not. 

A friend of mine picked-off a blue
jay in our back yard with a bb gun 
and burst into our kitchen to
announce the score.

A cardinal pecked at our window 
early mornings up in Bucks County, 
early 60’s. I finally fired a 22 at it.

Didn’t hit it but it quit bothering us.