A Living Quartet
FOR(FOUR)BEAUTIFUL BIRDS
watching close from afar,the thieving magpie
cock robin,here all year around
awakens up our morn
with a territorial sound-
defends his corner before dawn
from trespass upon his new born
the gifted song-thrush
melodious,loud and clear
in my heart held dear-
'did he do it,judy did'
rings out on high,far and near.
o'er robin,song thrush and magpie,
the red kite soars, so lonely on high
Brian Strand 26/4/11
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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