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Cock Pheasant

His neck feathers

ruffle indigo   then

he tilts his head &

they flicker bottle-green.

 

His eye make-up

is cardinal-red

his beak is white

that pecks the whiter bread.

 

He clucks his thanks

stuffs his gullet

struts towards

his sole stippled mate.

 

Yesterday there were

two moiré hens.

Side by side they warily 

eyed his perplexed yen. 

 

Today we swerved

to avoid last night’s road-kill

marbled brown & ferrous red

a startled puzzlement,

 

then accelerated

past discarded

Kentucky Fried Chicken:

jointed, seasoned and charred.

18/03/2017 – 19/03/2017

We have a new resident in our garden this spring. We’ve named him Phil the Pheasant. He is very tame and very stupid, but quite gorgeous. He arrived with two shy hens, both with exquisite patterning on their feathers. Unfortunately, one hen became roadkill on a Friday night. We suspect the driver was the same one who threw unfinished KFC and its packaging out of his window onto the roadside.  

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