by Pam Newham
They come to roost everyday in my in-box.
Staid secretary birds bearing bank statements
and telephone bills.
Squawking parrots nudging and winking,
“Have you heard the one about…”
Rapacious vultures dripping huge payouts provided
you pay in.
Irksome starlings selling cheaper flights
and improved penises.
Here and there jewelled sunbirds
lighting the screen with news of friends
or “Yes we will publish your poem.”