The wrong side of the bed

Me myself and I,

Really? The Trinity, the God spark?

Or should I say, the speck?

We see so little of Him

He must be very small.

Like bird shit on my windscreen

What’s that about?

Why have them in the first place?

Make them ground dwelling, so they can’t shit on your head.

Don’t get me wrong, I love birds

I have bird feeders in the garden.

But really, flying shit balls.

Sorry, I think I got out of the wrong side of the bed

I had better keep the rest of the moaning to myself…

©Anita Dawes