Thursday, 13 March 2014

Trills and thrills

And now they are gone
Returned to the ether
Over the branches the fence
Beyond the breeze
Lighting up the Mountain Ash
Feasting on berries
In flight
On ground
A band of Bohemians
Tip flips and yellow tails
Off again
A trill
A museum
See you in memory
See you in dreams
See you at the museum

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