Pheasants

A pheasant's flight falls short
A firework of feathers
A lone report, no reply

Cold and wrapped up and released
A recurring black-eye in the east
You deny

Now we're strangers in the midst
Of a plot with all-too-familiar twists
Why should I?

Dogs are barking, kids are swearing, fire hydrant's pouring out the side
Delivery trucks with engines running double parked while traffic can't decide
I wish I was a photographer with a camera that would never tell a lie

Two crescents in a sling
Two halves that make a ring
To divide

Now we trade these sorry blows
Two fighters who should have retired years ago
But can't say goodbye