Bird bomb
by Jenny Erlanger
From morning to evening its scream can be heard,
a warning to all from this dive-bombing bird.
My brother’s too frightened to venture outdoors.
He’s already suffered a scratch from its claws
and Dad has to run from the house to the shed
his arms waving stupidly over his head.
It happens the moment we step out of place,
that flurry of feathers, that beak in the face.
So, hurry up babies and fly from your nest.
Your mother’s becoming a serial pest.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Pacey and fun – thanks for another great poem, Jenny.
Thank you Kaye. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Great poem, Jenny! Loved the last line especially.
Thank you Nadine. Luckily the bird in question appears to have left the neighbourhood.
Wonderful poem! I can still visualise my son who’s now in his 30s wearing his crash helmet during magpie madness season!
Thank you Tricia. i appreciate the feedback.
Another poem of yours which I’ve enjoyed, Jenny.
Thanks Teena. I always enjoy your feedback.
Great poem, Jenny.
Thank you Myra. Glad you liked it.
Love it!
Thanks Stephen. i appreciate the comment.
The scourge of the mother magpie. Loved the poem, Jenny. It brought back many memories.
Thanks Allan. I’m assuming the memories were not particularly pleasant.
I love this poem, Jenny. Such great rhythm and my children and I can really identify with the subject.
Thank you Vanessa. I hope your children aren’t still wearing the scars.