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Misha Ledwith Poem
Hum ditty hum
Fathom my fumbling thumbs
My fat fingers were fiddling
A tune that was middling
Never a merrier man than me
Copyright © Misha Ledwith | Year Posted 2015
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Misha Ledwith Poem
Shuffling along a painted line
Marking dates of measured time
A wary way off the path,
where wayward footsteps dare to pass
Round wires' razor-sharp divide
Red-tailed hawks circle long and wide
Soul-mates screech; soar above
Sets of screams of scolding love
In fine feather for first flights fling
Around the vacant nest fledglings cling
Fostered till autumn's turn
Breasts ablaze, brown bands burn
On departing wings, black stripes earned
Metallic scratching, bird-feet rasping
The feeble chirping fades
Into dark, watery narrows stray
A nestling delivered by the dawn of day
"I flew straight again
It was the idea of you
We found you in a drainpipe
darling!"
Copyright © Misha Ledwith | Year Posted 2016
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