"Be Gone!"
Knock, knock, knock
They knocked thrice...
Crows squawk.
Such behavior, why so vice?
They can’t leave me alone.
I’m declared harmful, but they fight for my crown?
They don’t understand the throne.
Why can’t they drown?
Pheasants must bow down,
repay for their actions!
They embarrassed me; I’m a clown!
Wait, and you’ll witness my satisfaction.
I’ll wait for their demise.
They had it coming; don’t be surprised.