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Birds Of A Feather
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
Copyright ©
Martin Howard Samuel
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