Angry Bird

Running the gauntlet 
Of an uptight pheasant 
Isn't very pleasant 
Without warning 
He comes at me storming 
Aiming to peck my feet 
I've shoo'd 
Iv flapped--which initiated
A full on attack 
And even offered seed 
This daily occurrence 
Worsened when I cut back
his favourite grass 
Now I'm left hoping 
Come spring he'll just up 
and leave
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