Yes, Dad, I will follow you. Away from nest, Away from harm. Doing what you Always do. Drawing fire With false alarm. Chattering ill To catch my ear. Shivering wing, And staggering rear. Feigning weakness At the threat. (Beast of prey Or fowler’s net.} Yards and yards From panting young. Comically, You lead along. ‘Til the risk Is neutralized. Then the burst, The wing, the skies.