Pheasant

It's a grey day, and windy,
But here's something pleasant
Blah blah blah blah
Blah blah pheasant!

You didn't see that coming, eh?!
And I didn't even use a rhyming dictionary.
Cos
I'm a poet.
And don't we know it!

This pheasant was the first thing I saw when I looked out of the window this morning. The grass is blown almost horizontal, it's so windy. (And I know you folks in Scotland have even stronger gales today, so keep safe.)