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...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS F. DE SAMARA TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE |