I am not sure why those two think they have permission to be in my garden
Not for one moment is it okay.
They have the run of the yard – it is never enough!
What treasure do they expect to find hidden beneath the mulch?
They are oblivious to the hours spent spreading it there
As they uncaringly push it aside.
When I address them they turn their backs on me,
Showing their feathered bottoms.
They best be careful –
Or they will end up as chicken pie!