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.