There is a bird perched on my television aerial

I can see it from my kitchen window

I no longer have a television as the content bored me

There is sharp easterly wind blowing across the city

The bird is huddled and looks quite miserable

I feel an immense sympathy for the bird

 

A senior politician will be assassinated later today

I am preparing my rifle as I write this poem

The bird is unaware of what I am about to do

They have no conception of urban terrorism

I am not sure that it would approve of my actions

But I know that it be sympathetic to the cause