The Conspiracy Continues.

I’m not sure what’s gotten into me,I’m not my usual self.
The grackles they’ve nearly skinned me,
I’m hiding beneath the shelf.
This feller he ain’t so bothered,
By their bossy, raucous ways.
Their constant show and chatter,
Or how they spend their days.
Me, I’m still at odds,With their vanity and their pride.
I’d rather have a sweet Downy,right here by my side.
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