Below is the poem entitled Just Sunday Morn which was written by poet
Deeks. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Balcony birds eye view
Tiny gardens as tin soldiers
Tight in a row
Some as spoilt cherished children
Some have dinked boxes
Remains....yet still standing
One seems a foxes
Potential secret den
Design on the eye
Nor ideas of grandest
Just good honest wildflowers
Bursting micro colours over and out
Of their space....
Sparrows combined free falling...
Spitfires versus...... Focke-wulf
Engrossed in that oh so intense...
Crash landing within the foliage
Exit sprite....one cabbage White,
Flits of hurriedly...
And the warbling starch collared wood-pigeon... settles
To sing his gracious sermon
Within the sparrow's demise
His dull low call, to me
Surreptitiously... stole the show
It was indeed a glorious
And what happened to the battling birds
I confess..I do not know