No poem today?

The Blackbirds vied with the pesky ratsfor scrapson the bird tabletodaybut a poem didn’t show itself.I wonder what tomorrow will bring? Huge clouds of wood pigeons a thousand strongperhaps, the sound as memorable as the sight.I’ll waitand see.It’s never what you expect. MW/KH

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The Bum Barrel Gang

The Bum Barrel Gang passed through today,constant flicks of head and tail,skip and hop from twig to lichened twig,bare honeysuckle, then downto the sunflower hearts and fat-ballof the garden oasis. Garbed in pink and black,yellow eyeliner and pinched face,they lifted the soul for a moment,tails erect as conductor’s batons,driving nature’s…

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