No poem today?

The Blackbirds vied with the pesky rats
for scraps
on the bird table
but a poem didn’t show itself.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Huge clouds of wood pigeons a thousand strong

the sound as memorable as the sight.
I’ll wait
and see.
It’s never what you expect.


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