Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Sweet Songbird:

"I'll see you back here,
This time tomorrow,"
Says sweet songbird,
With a wink,
As he swoops down so low.

But then he rejoins her,
On the power-line,
- His sweetheart,
He's winking at me,
But I can tell;
They never will part.

"I bet you say that,
To all of the girls,"
I shout back,
And I leave no crumbs,
As I tie off my backpack.

And as I walk off,
The bush trail,
To the car park below,
I realise;
He's not a songbird at all,
But a boring old crow,



Written 13th September, '16

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