Roasted Pheasant
on Martha Stewart
By Tatiana Pahlen

A shameless pleasure makes me beam
losing myself in self-esteem.
I'm shaking feathers set to fly,
lifting my tail recklessly high.
Don't make an effort asking why,
I laugh at the huntsman aimed at my head;
their rusty rifles won't shoot me dead;
and, between us, they want me alive.
Their dogs are full-grown to keep the chase,
among the fowls, I am an ace!
Losing myself in self-esteem,
I turn old foes into a fuming team.
That's why all gather in one place
to see me fall flatly on my face!

July 30, 2003

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