The Usual Suspects...

As bleary eyed I wandered into the kitchen this morning,
I heard a strange noise and thought 'what's occurring?',
there was a quick flash and a sudden flutter,
I jumped back and knocked over the butter.

Quicker than a blink of an eye,
the feathered culprit, it did fly,
out the window without a care,
leaving a great shit on the kitchen chair.

This is a true story.