Shrikes alighting frightless,

conniving little misers 

arriving in battalion 

upon our picnic parapets 

pursuing fallen lakeside bits 

of oven roasted turkey breast


and to think these dainty invaders

impale their prey on spikes

the likes of the little hooks 

on the flies we brought along

to fool the fish beside us 


What ironic danger lays 

unbidden in a day upon a lake

and imagine going out 

pierced and pecked to pieces 

by the needling steely tools 

of our own toying invention 


It would be a kind of cutely

gruesome poem, would it not? 

an apropos way to go 

much like the shrike itself