Viagra Falls Poem by Mark Heathcote

The sky, puddle spied by a sparrow,
Dreaming, maybe again tomorrow,
I too could be a swallow a swift or a wagtail?
I too could be a canary, green & yellow
Or even a golden chaffinch.
In his dreams, he wouldn't give an inch
Even in salinity, he looked
He looked in the mirror with cataract eyes
He looked for his, obligatory fan mail
Such, was his ageing unfailing, bravado.
Anyways off the record, he even went to the doctor
Or was it the taxidermist?
Anyways he was given the all-clear to Niagara,
Or was it Viagra Falls? Anyways he's all better now.
The sparrow that is,
He's happily perched in sparrow heaven
And not on his back dead in a puddle
Dreaming of better days and brighter feathers befuddled.