Concrete Blind

[Guest]

Good Morning
I'm a long time lurker,I usually don't have much to say anyway. But as I was watching the geese land in the yard of our office building this little poem popped into my head so I though I would share.

Concrete Blind

Here I sit in the concrete blind.
I’m taking a break from the office grind.

As I look through the opening that’s covered in glass.
I watch the fowl as they fly past.

Wings cupped gracefully as they come down.
I can’t believe I’m stuck in town!

No decoys needed in this here blind.
There’s ducks and geese of every kind.

OH LOOK here comes a fat greenhead
On my call “come here” is what I said.

My boss next door thinks I’m weird.
Duck calls in the office, not good I feared.

It turns into the wind and I draw a bead.
With my pen I adjust the lead.

My mind says I should pull the trigger now.
I just wish my pen would fire somehow.

The season opens in three days
My boss just said I have to work anyways!

p.s. I've never written a poem before in my life.

Quigley

[Flashman]

my thoughts exactly, I'll be heading up to L.O.W. early Friday afternoon though. I'm going to print this out and pin it to my cube.

Thanks
Ed

[IM4DUX]

Quigley

Sounds like you have the diease. It can do some strange things to you. Like casue you to write poems.

[Riverratpete]

It's official! the time clock has started on the under 36 hours until departure clock! This is just like xmas... except with guns and stuff!

[Gerd]

You mean it's not normal to have a Christmas with guns and stuff?

[High-ball]

I can here the wings a whistlin now!