Thank you for being and thank you for this poem;
They all think this garden belongs to them,
the two broody ones over there,
perched, shaded, always as two,
That one in the tree, the one I can't see,
with pretty lyrics
and that which answers
caw
caw
caw!
Him on the bed
twitching a fly
dozy, bored
And the little ones
with little lives
tracing the lavender
carelessly
whispering wings
The breeze walks in,
rearranges those leaves
this way and that
I'm just one
but one stomp and it's mine
alone
jojobee
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