Tag Archives: Birds

It can be subtle

There is her fret, a kind of pout and stare, Not at me mind you, but off into the poplars, Littered with early evening starlings, Noisily jostling for sleeping position. I know it well, and loathe it equally robustly. Though … Continue reading

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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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