Thinking that it was only an oleander
To perch and squawk on.
But this one had a freaky face
On a limb surrounded by leaves
Some kind of troll head
That I couldn’t scare or chase
It’s body had no wings
It just smiled, a toothless grin
Like it froze in a ceramic mold.
The more I tried to frighten it
The more I mocked the evil soul
The more it wanted to stay.