Leaves Begin to Shudder

Written by: Terry O'Leary

A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s stumbled in the gutter;

With broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter,

The passers-by, they close an eye, and turn their heads and mutter:

“ Let’s pray for rains to wash the lanes, to clear away the clutter.”

A river slows neath mountain snows, and leaves begin to shudder.




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