Baby bird

I was walking down the street minding my own
Then I came across a baby blue bird, tired and alone
I squatted down and picked him up, the poor little soul
He was still breathing so I took him home, and lit the Weber's coal
After feeding the bird soup, I started cooking dinner
Tonight we'd be eating bird, like the first original sinner
I brought out the plate, presenting my wife the tiny breast
Marinated and succulent, this was surely my best
She and I chowed down the meat, it was very fine indeed
It came off the bone, flush white, sweating tiny beads
And though right now you think I'm cruel, let me satisfy your shame
The baby blue bird was sitting to my right, eating the very same game


One thought on “Baby bird

  1. last panel could have been a bonus
    hide the ending for those interested

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