The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Absurd Furred Birds

Listen to Mikey reading his poem ...
In my back garden the birds are absurd,
Instead of befeathered these birds are befurred.
You’d not say it was plumage that made up their coat,
More like something that you’d see on a stoat.

I’ve scoured each page of my bird-spotter’s book,
And I’m yet to establish their kind from their look.
They do not resemble a crow or a goose,
They’re more like half chaffinch, the other half moose.

What’s more they do neither a twitter nor chirp,
Rather a growl that is crossed with a burp.
It’s not the most pretty birdsong, I profess,
How they woo down a mate, well that’s anyone’s guess.

They struggle and strive just to flit here and there,
What with them not covered in feathers but hair.
Thus they never migrate to somewhere more exotic,
Though when you’re befurred you’ve no need for the tropics.
This picture is copyright (©) Mikey O'Crikey 2022
This picture is copyright (©) Mikey O'Crikey 2022

About the Writer

Mikey O Crikey

Mikey O'Crikey grew up in a London suburb and now lives in South London with his partner and their best moggy pal, Wilma. Mikey has published three collections of rhymes and doodles for non-grown-ups. His second book, ‘Collective Memories’, plays on the collective nouns of a variety of creatures that roam, drift and float across our planet. His most recent book, ‘Lollipops and Lemon Squeezers’, is a collection all about London and life in a city. Website ...