Avian Laughter

At the colors of
My clothing
The eyes above
Are laughing

The catbird
Takes a second look
He is heard
What a schnook

A Carolina Wren
Says anything goes
And then
Wets my drying clothes

The crow
Can't be bothered
He does know
What’ll be laundered

The red tailed hawk
Knows better
Don't bother to stalk
A gaudy two legger

The owl
Can see when dim
But would cowl
At my fancy brim

Mourning doves
Would laugh coo-ie
In droves
To my couture screwy

Robins rarely leave
The lawn
But would schieve
At my sartorial spawn

How do birds tolerate
Human dressing
Rarely they ate
Raiment so distressing