Robin, Rook, Swan and Dove
A robin its breast as red as cherries
The rook in mourning dress,
Its nest in the graveyard tree,
Cawing in sympathy to tears of distress,
Looking down sadly on misery,
Hoping its young do not see.
The long necked swan swims,
So elegant on water,
Its beauty supreme;
On land it looks ungainly:
A beauty queen in jack boots.
No sacrifice, the dove coos love
Snowy body soaring heavenwards.
Jack Horne
27th April 2011
for Constance's Four Beautiful Birds contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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