While the rest of his ilk are contentedly flocking together
he looks up new words in a lexicon left on a table.
He blinks at ‘quadratics’. He bristles at ‘birds of a feather’.
He’s amused by ‘Icarus’ and caws ‘European’ a fable.

He fancies he’s painting, or building a boat, or a castle.
He pretends he’s a robot and wrecking a spy installation.
He flies up evading a cat that’s approaching to hassle.
He wings off delighted at cawing the cat ‘aggravation’.

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