I have to confess that I do get depressed
at being unpopular when I venture
beyond my usual neighbourhood.
It's clear that I do have to work to eat
but I'm very far from being obsessed
with only pursuing my livelihood.
Sometimes I just like to get away
and surely don't deserve the censure
I get from the strangers I encounter.
I can quite see the problem of being famous
when every outing involves the hazard
of being mobbed by total strangers
as in my case by gulls and jackdaws -
it's no easy life, being a buzzard.