To paraphrase Edgar Allen Poe: "Youse gonna get yo feathery ass outta my chamber and yo sure as $#it WILL be screaming "Nevermore" when I get the broom out of the closet if you dont!" "Oh you WANT some of this? Is that right spooky bird?" Ok we gonna add another stanza to your poem. Start squawking and flapping yo wings, and if you lucky you don't end up as a special entree at KFC, Popeyes, Churches, or even my favorite taqueria as "chicken" burrito!"