Pheasants

A pheasant's flight falls short

A firework feathers

A lone report, no reply

Cold and wrapped up and released

A recurring black-eye in the east

You deny

Now we're strangers in the midst

Of a plot with all-too-familiar twists

Why should I?

Dogs are barking kids are swearing fire hydrant's pouring out the side

Delivery trucks with engines running doubled parked

While traffic can't decide

I wish I was a photographer with a camera that would never tell a lie

Two crescents in a sling

Two halves that make a ring

To divide

Now we trade these sorry blows

Two fighters who should have retired years ago

But can't say goodbye