"in feathered pride"

[Peregrine Harlequin]

We've all seen, read, and understood the signature of the person known here as Graehstone. In my tired stupor last night, I recalled his signature and began modifying it to suit my taste. I've just finished it enough for now (and in another tired stupor, appropriately enough), and I figured I'd post it. May you be amused, and feel free to add, change, or insert anything you wish.

For years he talked in feathered pride
until he lost his down.
He plucked it off of his backside
and scattered it around.
When mommy saw what he had done
she locked him in his cage;
and talking on the telephone
she gave her boy away.
He picked his lock and perched upon
a frequently used chair.
Before he slept, its back he ripped
and passed his fury there.
You say that birds don't understand
the things they do-- but then,
not knowing how we play our hands,
I have to ask, "Do men?"

[Lisa B]

you did a good job....
thanks for sharing!