Flown Back to Roost, a limerick


Though hatched, grown, and given the boot
Three birds have returned to the roost
Like chicks newly hatched
Starved, equally matched
Regurgitated worm, the desired loot
~•~
Happy to see them in the same room
Contentment, laughter, then kaboom
Behavior quite fowl
High pitched squawks, low growls
These “adults” came out of my womb!
~•~
“Mom! Mom! Mom!” Voiced from… everywhere
“She said…” “He won’t…” “The car isn’t there!”
What the flock happened?
My chipper bird-pen
“Mom! Mom! Mom!” Is my nom de guerre
~•~

2 thoughts on “Flown Back to Roost, a limerick

  1. The best revenge: I have friends who, after all the kids moved out, moved also. Guess what? House has no spare bedrooms! Bummer. So sorry, kids. 😈
    Merry Christmas to you and your spawn, Lydia. 🎄

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