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the farthing bird
minute feathered ball,
a staccato dart
freeze-framed with
taut-tail cocked,
a fleet of foot falsetto
churr-chatterer and
riddler of reveries,
the tiniest talisman
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© Graham R Sherwood 04/23
Nine lines on a Wren
"call me not poet, leave that title for others to confer, I write words in rhyme or not and set them free, let the world concur"
This poem is as delightful as the bird itself!
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Thank you VJ, we have a couple in the garden daily. My favourite bird!
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You are welcome.
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