Poor battered bird, whose bright red plumage
is bashed and bruised as the battle goes on.
Sometimes I fly high, and everybody cheers,
sometimes the hunters catch me, and everybody jeers.
My left-wing feathers are ruffled, my right-wing smooth:
who wants to see me swerve around my tormentor,
and smash into the trees?
Could this perhaps be an insect dance as well?
ReplyDeletePossibly, but I can't see any connection to the answer to the riddle
ReplyDeleteA cricket ball, roughed up on one side, smooth on the other for a bit of swing round the bat and into the timbers. Do I get a prize?
ReplyDeleteWell done! No prize, but the glory of success.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I didn't want to give the game away so I was cryptic, but I hope it is clear that an insect dance is a cricket ball... and the prize is mine!
ReplyDeleteTim, you're absolutely right. How ironic that having composed a riddle, I didn't spot or solve the riddle in your comment.
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