She remained
He'd return if she'd stand
But she won't
A tweet, a whistle, a flutter
Heard outside
Brown feathers
And a nest of odds and ends
She's still sitting, sir
Perhaps you should join the birds
They're outside
And she's in
It's raining
But they're still rustling about
It's raining
And you're still fixed in that spot
He moved for a kiss
She moved to miss
He moved to the door
She moved to the floor
Before departure
He stepped across
And slowly, very slowly
Shut and latched her window
1 comment:
Hmmm. I like.
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