BLACKBIRD TRANSFIXED

Blackbird watched a weasel weave its way through a cleft near the shore.
The petulant sea, a seething cauldron, raged against sturdy rocks,

The spreading wash passed him by,
He had no place to go.

Blackbird stood transfixed,
Terrified by Nature’s beauty,
Terrorised by her violence.

BLACKBIRD STRIKES
One day Blackbird, bored to tears, snapped,
And savaged his old enemy Al Queda,
The insensitive, resident, in house, terrorist cat.

Narrowly missing the conifer spread,
Blackbird dorniered in on his target
And cruelly struck it beastly dead.

Eyeing the throbbing mass, Blackbird took it apart,
Gorged on blood, but delayed no longer
For there was some serious business to start,

Ripping apart the whimpering soul
And binding what remained with alien DNA
With the breath of life, he took complete control,

Heavily armed, the transmogrified mog
Roared through the undergrowth,
An airborne strike primed to begin
Blackbird’s plan to destroy its feline kith and kin.